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I needed to know her. Alpha drove through the checkpoint and made his was through the village making sure to drop spohie off at the house, with a quick hug and a wave good bye Sophie was gone. Alpha Jackson eyed me in the mirror then asked 'what did you hand Trinity?' 'My name and number' I answered With a hint of shame I explained to Alpha that at college, I realised I was interested in women as much as I was interested in men. This news seemed to ammuse the alpha. It almost seemed like it was turning him on.

All I wanted to do was have a lay down but I had to find Lilith and together we would greet the arriving Alphas. ***** “Afternoon I’m Alpha Mykel and this is my mate, Luna Lilith” “Such a stunning young woman, sorry I tend to blab I’m Luna Ruth and this is my husband, Alpha Raymond. Love this is Alpha Mykel and Luna Lilith” I couldn’t help but chuckle as she waved her husband over.

Dear Amazing Readers, First, I just want to say thank you. Not just a simple thank you, but a deep, heartfelt thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for choosing to read The Alpha’s Girl. Thank you for opening the very first chapter and giving this story a chance. Thank you for staying through the twists, the heartbreaks, the romance, the struggles, the victories, and every emotional moment in between. Whether you have been here since the very beginning or joined along the way, you are part of this journey.

Ken grunts as he looks down at me. “Call the witch,” he orders, shooting Beta Rich a glare. “Yes, Alpha,” he says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. After a few minutes his phone pings. “I’ve messaged her. She’ll be right over,” he informs Ken. Alpha Ken’s attention is back on me. “I hate to leave you here like this pet but something’s come up and I need to go,” he says. “It shouldn’t take me long. But if I don’t come, we can finish this,” he points between the two of us, “tomorrow.”

Desperate for a means of communication, I gestured to Alpha Dante, asking for a book and pen to write down my thoughts. To my surprise, Alpha Dante obliged, handing me a small notebook and a pen. A spark of hope ignited within me as I prepared to put my racing thoughts into words. But just as I was about to set pen to paper, Alpha Dante snatched the pen from my grasp, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. I looked at him with confusion and frustration, silently questioning his sudden change of heart. Why give me the tools for expression only to take them away? I longed to understand his motives, to unravel the complexities of his actions. What game was he playing?

My lips curled into a smile as I saw Daniel Eagerlow approaching with an excited expression. “Hey, Daniel,” I greeted warmly. Daniel Eagerlow was one of the Alphas I was familiar with. I often ran into him since we were in the same business field. We could be considered friends, though not particularly close. He was pleasant to talk to, but I never forgot that he was still an Alpha—which meant I had to remain cautious. “I didn’t expect to see you at this gathering.” Daniel’s gaze swept over my appearance from head to toe before he smiled. “You look stunning, Anne.”

What was the value of everything he received if he felt humiliated? When everyone leaves, and each of the Creek Pack members has gone to their new home, Alpha locks himself in his new office, and uses his new phone to call Alpha of alphas's secretary. - Good morning. I'm the alpha of Creek Pack. Do you already have an answer for me? - I'm glad you called. The Alpha of Alphas is mad at me because I couldn't contact you. - You don't have to contact me. I'll contact you. Do you already have an answer for me or not?

“It's from the Alpha. Go through it.” They frowned at me before taking the letter. I watch their eyes widen in amazement. I would do the same. I bet they've never seen the soft side to their Alpha. “Can I go now?” I ask, batting my lashes. They parted the way and I hastily passed through, turning back to blow them a kiss. “Is the Alpha interested in the outcast now?” I heard them say. “The Alpha wrote a love letter.” “More like an apology. Look— he said please!”

Hey Allie Cats! I just wanted to let you know there will most likely not be any updates this week. I severely misjudged the amount of time and energy needed to get The Alpha's Pen Pal ready for print. I spent over 30 hours this last weekend working on a final reread and formatting, and it still isn't quite finished. Needless to say, I didn't get much writing done on this book at all.

I marveled at the exact view I saw in the first room but just one thing looks different. This Alpha doesn’t like books, so the bookshelf was replaced with big drawing boards and mini ones by the sides. Paint brushes and sealed paint. There must be his workshop nearby. The fact that these Alphas have weird hobbies compared to what people know them to be is fascinating to me. The dreaded Alphas that kill without mercy, as they say, one enjoys reading and the other enjoys painting. The most peaceful hobby to have. I grabbed the paintbrush feeling the softness of it as I checked the sketches on the papers fixed on the boards.