Pen Pal (I)

Ronan's Pov

After an intense, satisfied run in the bush, I walked into one of the clubs I owned here in Arkansas.

"Hey, Roe lon..." one of my long time fuckmates walked up to me as she held her hand out to my chest, but I slapped her hand before she could touch me.

"I am not in the mood."

I walked further until I got to a dark room, which reeked of more alcohol and drugs than the foyer. I took a seat at the bar stand next to Damon.

"You look like shit." Damon raised a playful brow at me, shaking his head slightly.

"You claimed her." The nosy fool asked, but I gave no immediate response. For the first time, I was confused about what I felt. I didn't know if it was anger, shame, or self-pity.

I snatched one of the cigarettes from the table, lighting it as I kept it between my lips to kill the damn headache. This stupid mate bond was making me regret that I had almost rejected my own mate.

"She doesn't have a wolf."

"Interesting." Damon smiled "You really need a foursome tonight, ca—" Damon swallowed hard when I slammed the bottle of rum into the wall, anger radiating through me.

"Hey, hey… do the calms, your eyes are doing that scary thing again."

"I fucking wanted a mate." I wished I had sounded pathetic.

"Then you have a mate," Damon said in a whisper, which I knew was his way of not testing my anger.

"You don't want her, then you can leave her with your fat—" This fucking bastard!! Damon was cut off once again when I caught him by the neck.

"You saved me once. Doesn't mean I still can't kill you."

I paused, my grip loosening around Damon's neck.

"O...okay, but I see nothing wrong with her being a human. We have had a lot of scenarios, but your father is the problem."

"He is not a problem. I won't let him have his hands on her again except for the fill he had today." My voice thick with possessiveness. Since the Moon Goddess decided she was mine, I tried to believe it was damn fate, so I was going to know what she needed and what made her fucking mine, wolf or no wolf.

I loved her meekness. I loved everything about her, so how would I give my newfound treasure up now? I'd be a damn fool to think of such, having her sweet scent embedded in my very damn soul.

A sudden idea popped into my head. I didn't believe I would one day become an asshole. I had even gone to the extent of spraying myself with a female’s perfume so Father wouldn't know that I had come to her room. The craziest thing? Mimicking Father's voice because my wolf craved to ravel in her scent.

I won't show myself to her. Neither would I let my father get close to her. Her body would be my new toy every night, her moans my hymns. I would go by the name ‘Alpha’ like she had called me tonight. When she woke up every morning, my letter would be what she saw first.

I left the bar stand, going into another secluded room I used to fuck my whores, as I grabbed a paper.

(My Firefly,

Don't think I left. I am a freak; I don't abandon what's mine. I will always come back for what's mine.

Sleep well, Firefly, and dream about the man who came to your room tonight when your husband was out.

Your Darling Alpha.)

It was a game. We would meet in the physical, but she would have no idea who the man sending her letters and coming to her room at night was. By day, she would know me as Ronan, her husband's son. And at night, she had called me ‘Alpha.’ the alpha she would submit too.