The Alphas Pen Pal Novels & Stories

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?

The pictures look pretty old, I start to wonder Logan's age. I take out one of the photos and put the rest back in then I shut the second compartment and move on to the third. The third one seems a little stiff and refuses to open. I forcefully pull it and it springs out. In it are a couple of handwritten love letters. I don’t know what Logan’s writing looks like but I have a feeling he wrote these letters, maybe when he was younger. Underneath the heavy pile of letters, I come across pictures…. Unlike the previous pictures I saw, these are pictures of alpha Logan alone; he has a woman with him in almost all the pictures.

"Sorry you have to go through this kid. But don't back off. Just remember we're all in this together no matter what happens." ********* Dylan "You win. Just make sure Fern is all right with her." Bert talked me into agreeing on Fern living with Cherry, when a man came over to me. I was at the Alpha Gathering. All alphas in this continent showed up at this triennial event, exchanging information and discussing pack ruling stuff. “Long time no see, Dylan. I heard about your accident. What bad luck!" Squinting my eyes, I was struggling to come up with his name when Chelsea stepped forward.

“Why have you never told me?” “It doesn’t matter how you got here, Devlin,” his nose trails along the skin of my shoulder, but I feel so removed from my own body, that the touch of it doesn’t register. “I needed to know you’d grow into a woman deserving of a real Alpha.” He pulls back from me as his phone vibrates in his pocket, but the way he enunciated ‘real’ is giving me a clear picture of the future I want less than the one that’s already decided for me.

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He didn’t usually poke his head into other people’s business, not when he meet new people, but when it came Alex well he is not new to Ash, and Ash just needed to know: Was he have someone in his life? “ I always miss my love once” Alex chuckled into his mug. “my pack, my mate,” he admitted a moment later with a private smile. Ash gare towards him. Ash bit his bottom lip, holding back a laugh. “ Well, well Alex, how many mate's you have huh?” Alex didn’t dignify that with a response, but he did smile. He had a handsome smile, Ash couldn’t help but notice. There was something soft and innocent in his features, something that Ash wasn’t used to seeing in an Alpha. It made him feel...more at ea

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

came the low, velvety voice from inside. Steeling myself, I pushed open the door. The study looked the same—tall shelves, warm lighting, soft shadows—but it felt different. Tighter. Like the walls remembered what had happened last night and were holding their breath with me. Alex stood behind the desk, sleeves rolled, collar loose, a pen tucked behind his ear. He looked up. “Penelope,” he said, like the name itself meant something. I swallowed. “Alpha.” His brow twitched slightly at the title, but he didn’t correct me.

It felt like an entirely different world, and I couldn’t wait to see their host Alpha. I was asked to wait in the reception for the host Alpha to arrive and see me. I waited for what felt like three hours before I was finally called inside. "Welcome to the coastal region. What have you brought with you?" the host Alpha, who wore a mask, asked as soon as I walked into his office. "The response to the letter delivered to us," I replied with a gentle voice and smile. "Are you the Alpha or Beta of the host pack?" he asked, trying to confirm, and I knew better than to lie.

My eyes were on the picture that sat on the shelf next to the television. It was Lauren, my first mate and Alpha Female, her mouth wide and smiling, both hands up and curled around my forearm because I was holding her back against my chest. My face was pressed against her neck. The camera couldn’t see the way I was tasting her mate-mark with my tongue. But she’d always been ticklish, so her head was tucked sideways into her shoulder as she tried to stop me reaching that sensitive skin. We were both laughing. It was taken in the early days of me beating my brother for Alpha, when we were still finding our feet as leaders, but we’d had a happy pack and our lives ahead of us. Everything had see