WESLEY POV
“Once upon a time, two peeps fell in love and-”
“Dat’s not how it goes, Wessy!” Maddie laughed, pushing me with her little hands.
I pretended to fall down on the mattress from her shove. “Wessy!” she whined, pulling on my arm.
“Okay, okay,” I chuckled. “I’ll start over!”
I took a breath and began again.
“A long time ago, when the world was brand new, the gods and goddesses walked among us. They lived within the world they had created, celebrating in its beauty and its bounty with the people of the land. The gods and humans and other beings lived together in harmony, celebrating the magnificence they lived in.”
“What’s magfishinence?” Maddie interrupted.
“Magnificence,” I corrected.
“Yeah dat.”
“It means wonderful or great,” I told her. “Can I keep reading?”
She nodded, and I continued.
“But the peace among the inhabitants was a tentative peace, a fragile peace. As such, each of the gods and goddesses created warriors, their own followers blessed with a touch of their magic to be stronger than the average human.
“Selene, the goddess of the moon, gave each of her warriors a special connection to a wolf. This wolf was their companion, their friend, their extra eyes and ears and strength. They could communicate mentally with their wolf, and they had a life bond with them — one could not live without the other.
“The bond formed when both were young, and the wolves would live until the human died — either by natural causes, old age, or in battle.
“The warriors loved their canine companions and treated them even better than a pet. They trained with them, ate with them, hunted with them, and lived with them.
“As you might have guessed, however, not all was as it seemed, and not all the beings of the world were content with how the gods and goddesses had chosen their favorites.
“There was another clan, Clan Vígi, a clan who thrived on bloodshed and violence, who also worshiped Selene above any other. But she had not chosen them as her blessed warriors, and they held a grudge against the clan she had chosen, Clan Adalwolf.”
“I don’t like dem,” Maddie grumbled.
“You’re not supposed to,” I pointed out. “Now let me read.”
She muttered something under her breath, but let me read.
“This jealousy and this grudge festered and grew over the years until it became a deep-seated hatred. It ran so deep, became so ingrained into their lives, that none of the clan members remembered the origins of their envy. They only knew that the clan was their enemy, and that they deserved more than they had received.
“That year, at the annual gathering of the clans, the leader of Clan Vígi brought his daughter, Eydís, with him for the first time. She had just become of age, and he was hoping to make a match for her with the leader of another clan.
“I’m going to be Eydís for Halloween dis year,” she told me.
“Cool,” I sighed, then I paused, glancing at her to see if she would interrupt again.
She smiled at me, waiting, and I kept going.
“People always drank and partied on the first night of the gathering. It was a noisy event, an event where the clans put aside their differences, for the most part, and just celebrated life.
“Karl, of Clan Adalwolf, was there with two of his friends, Norman and Wilhelm. All three of them were looking to make matches with females while at the gathering. They were ready to settle down from their wild ways and raise families of their own.
“It was typical for members of the warrior clans to find a life partner at the gathering, but it was not typical for members of Clan Adalwolf to choose a partner from a different clan. Doing so would cause issues, as their partner would not have a wolf companion, and would be unable to take part in many of their customs, since only Clan Adalwolf members had such companions.
“Eydís immediately captivated Karl when he first laid eyes on her. He knew then and there that she was the only female for him, and he declared he would have no other.
“He approached her, and told her of his intentions, not knowing what clan she hailed from or even caring what clan she belonged to. He cared only for her soft smile and her sparkling eyes and her long, dark hair that he longed to run his fingers through.
“As the night wore on, the two drifted away from the revel so they could learn more about each other. Eydís was just as taken with Karl as he was with her, and by the time the sun began to rise, they had agreed to speak to their parents to arrange a match.
“When Karl walked her back to where her clan was staying for the gathering, it shocked him to see she was not only a member of his clan’s greatest enemy, but the daughter of their leader. He was undeterred, however. In fact, his resolve to have Eydís only deepened. He had hopes that their union might bring an end to the long endured feuding of their people.”
“Farting?”
“FEUDING!”
“Sounds like farting to me,” she giggled.
I ground my teeth together but kept going.
“He left Eydís at the edge of her campsite and returned to his own clan, vowing to himself that he would convince Clan Adalwolf to accept a member of Clan Vígi by the end of the gathering.
“Throughout the long days of the gathering, Eydís and Karl met as much as possible, almost always in secret. Karl showed her the ways of the wolf warriors, and it delighted her to spend time not only with him, but with his wolf companion as well.
“As the days continued, Karl noticed a small female wolf beginning to approach the area where they would meet. She would draw closer to them with each passing day, until at last, she drew the courage to walk right up to Eydís.
“When Eydís reached out to pet the wolf, a spark passed between the two, forging a connection between them, just as all members of Clan Adalwolf had with their own wolves.
“I can’t wait until I get my wolfy,” Maddie said, her legs bouncing on the bed. “She is going to be so so so so so pwetty!”
“You’ll get a Lycan though,” I pointed out.
She frowned, then asked, “But she’ll still be pwetty, wight?”
“I’m sure she’ll be beautiful,” I said with a smile.
She smiled back, then pointed at the book. “Wead!”
“Eydís was first shocked, then ecstatic when she realized she had been given her own wolf companion. She danced with joy, her wolf leaping and prancing along beside her in celebration. Karl and his wolf joined as well, until the four of them were too tired to continue. They sat with their wolf friends on the floor of the forest, and after their adrenaline had worn off, they fell asleep.
“Unbeknownst to them, their families were in a panic, searching high and low for their missing members. No one had seen them since the previous morning, and everyone was beginning to worry. Accusations flew. Each clan was convinced the other had done something to hurt Eydís and Karl.
“As tempers rose, and each clan started to reach for their weapons, Wilhelm and Norman interfered, stepping between the two clans, their chosen partners’ hands grasped in their own. For they too had chosen members of Clan Vígi as their life partners. And like Eydís, their partners had also been given their own wolf companions.
“As Norman and Wilhelm spoke to the clans with Frida and Dagmar at their sides, explaining what had happened, many of the people around them lowered their weapons. They realized if their children could set aside their differences to join together, that maybe they should as well.
“As this was happening, Karl and Eydís returned, unaware of the issue that had arisen in their absence. And while many members of the clans began to see they were wrong to hold their grudge for so long, Eydís’s father was unhappy to see his daughter with a member of the Adalwolf Clan.
“In his rage, he lashed out, raising his weapon against Karl’s wolf, for he knew if he killed his wolf that Karl would die as well.
“Eydís saw her father’s intentions, and rushed in front of the wolf to defend him. She closed her eyes, prepared to feel the fatal blow delivered by her own father.
“But the blow never came. Instead, the sword fell to the ground with a loud thud. Her father dropped to his knees in front of his daughter.
“She opened her eyes to find him in the dirt, tears forming in his eyes as he looked at her with regret.
“He realized then how dangerous the jealousy and hatred they held towards Clan Adalwolf truly was. He had almost killed his own daughter because of his misguided anger.
“He begged Eydís and Karl for their forgiveness. They, seeing his true regret, of course granted it. The two clans mingled, and her father gave his blessing to their match, as well as to the matches between Norman and Dagmar and Wilhelm and Frida.
“Upon seeing the clans put aside their differences to join together as one, Selene decided to grant Clan Vígi with wolf companions as well.
“The clans celebrated this momentous offering together, merging their two clans with the union of Eydís and Karl, as well as their friends. Selene attended the celebration, and to honor and thank the six young clan members, she merged their human and wolf spirits into one, allowing them to shift at will, and thus creating in them the first werewolves, from whom we are all descended.”
The door to Maddie’s room slammed against the wall hard as Sebastian ran in and whisper-yelled, “Hide me!”
I rolled my eyes and gestured at the book in my lap. “Can’t you see we’re reading?”
“Can’t you see my life is in peril?!” he retorted, then jumped over the bed to the gap between the frame and the wall.
He began pulling Maddie’s pillows and stuffed animals on top of him to block him from view.
“What did you do?” I asked him as Maddie and I just sat there watching him.
“I drew a penis on Reid’s forehead while he was sleeping on our couch,” he explained, way too calm.
“Um… why?” I sighed. “Why would you do that?”
“Well, he called me a dickhead earlier.”
“What’s a dickhead?” Maddie asked.
“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” Seb replied. “Anyway, I drew one on his face and then when he woke up I said ‘Who is the dickhead now?’ And now I’m running for my life.”
“WEID! BASTIAN IS IN HERE!” Maddie yelled at the top of her lungs before giving Sebastian a smug grin.
“Oh, no, you did NOT just do that!” Sebastian yelled. “TRAITOR!”
He jumped up out of his hiding spot just as Reid appeared in the doorway, his face bright red with a giant dick drawn with permanent marker onto his forehead.
I stifled my laughter with the book, as Sebastian stood there frozen.
“Well, it is nice to know someone is on my side,” Reid said with a wink at Maddie.
Seb glanced at me, and Reid dove forward.
“AHH!” Sebastian screamed as he darted around Reid and out the door.
Footsteps echoed through the hall and down the steps as Reid followed after him, Maddie close behind chanting “GET SEB! GET SEB! GET SEB!”
I sighed again and tossed the book on her bed. “I give up,” I muttered, then ran after my friend to hopefully save my brother from a slow and gruesome death at the hands of my future beta.
Dear Haven, It’s me. Wesley. Wesley Stone. Well, I guess that it is probably pretty obvious that it’s me, since my name is on the outside of the envelope, and I’m also probably the only person who writes you letters. Crap. That probably sounded ruder than I meant it to. I just meant that most people don’t really write letters nowadays, so if you were to receive a letter from someone, it would make sense for it to be a letter from someone who had already written you a letter before. Not that no one would want to write you a letter. That’s not what I meant. Great, now I’m rambling. You probably won’t even read this, and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. I was kind of rude to you before. No, scratch that, I was REALLY rude to you before. I could try to push the blame off of myself and say something like “Well, I didn’t know that my pen pal would be an orphan,” but that would be immature of me, because, no matter who the letter was for, I should have never written the letter the way
Dear Wesley, I already told you in my first letter to you, I forgive you. I know you didn’t mean what you said, and I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, or whoever got your letter. I know you’re just a kid. Shirley, my foster mom, always says it’s not about the mistakes that you make, but whether you learn from those mistakes. It’s about what you do next. That’s what is important. That’s what makes you a good person or not. I am willing to give you a second chance. I need a friend. Like I told you before, I don’t really have many friends. I’ve moved homes too many times. My social worker says I shut people out too easily to make many friends. So, you’ll be my first one. All right. Since we’re making this a fresh start, I’ll go first. Starting over. Pretend we’ve never met. Or written. Hi. I’m Haven Kenway. No middle name. That was the name stitched on the blanket wrapped around me when they found me in front of a fire station when I was only a few days old. I’ve never met my birt
Dear Haven, I cannot tell you how happy I was to receive your second letter. Well, no, I guess I probably could try to tell you how happy you made me, but in all honesty there are not enough words in the English language or any language to express how I felt when I saw your letter finally come in. You can’t tell anyone this. But I was waiting and waiting and waiting, hoping that you would give me another chance, and I’m not going to lie — at one point I thought maybe you had decided I wasn’t worth it. But seriously, please don’t tell anyone, because I have already endured enough teasing from my parents and my brother, and even a little bit from my best friend, Reid. Not that I’m embarrassed to be your friend, that’s not it at all. It’s just that the constant taunting from my little brother and my best friends is annoying. So annoying. That’s what it’s like, by the way, to have siblings. ANNOYING. Okay, okay, it’s not ALL bad. Sebastian, my little brother who is two years younger
Dear Wesley, Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I will never tell anyone about how the great Wesley Stone was awaiting a letter from a girl. No, I will take that secret with me to my grave. No one will ever know that you are actually a nice person who cares about poor little me. I have to say, as much as I’ve always wanted to have a large family with siblings who are close to me, I think I could live without all of the annoying and teasing that you described in your letter. So, you can keep your brother and sister and best friends over there with you in California. I will stay here, by myself, without anyone to ever annoy me or tease me. I will have peace and quiet, and you will have noise and chaos. Seriously, though, I enjoyed reading about your siblings and friends. They sound wonderful. I hope someday I can maybe meet them. I mean, assuming you want to meet at some point. Okay, now, my turn to answer the questions. My birthday is on October 18th. That was their best gue
HAVEN POV The unfamiliar sensations of the woman’s hands massaging my feet kept eliciting uncontrollable giggles from my mouth. My body tensed with each of her ministrations. Mom insisted we needed a girl’s day, filled with every type of girly pampering one can imagine. So far, we’d gone shopping and picked out fancy outfits, had our hair cut and styled, and the last step was getting manicures and pedicures. I picked out a sparkly gold nail polish for both my fingernails and toenails, the color an almost perfect match for the gold accessories I bought to go with my dark purple dress. Mom hadn’t told me why we were going through all of this effort, but I guessed she had some exciting surprise planned for us. I just needed to be patient, and eventually she would let me know what was going on. Another giggle involuntarily burst through my lips as she moved her massaging up to my calf. I had to pinch my lips together to suppress the noise when she gave me a stern, reproachful glare. I
HAVEN POV It had been several months since the wonderful evening I spent at the ballet with Mom and Dad. I still couldn’t stop thinking about the magical experience. I could still picture the beautifully detailed costumes, still hear the wonderfully elegant sounds of the full orchestra, and still feel the butterflies swarming in my stomach. I could still feel the tears of joy flooding my eyes as I sat on the edge of my seat the entire night, watching the pristine and exquisite dancers on the stage of the darkened theater. I even remembered a decent amount of the choreography. Well, that might be due in part to the fact that Mom purchased a video of the performance and I watched it at least once a week since. Dad even suggested we turn one of the empty bedrooms into a ballet room for me. He said it’s so he didn’t have to listen to classical music constantly, but really it was because he wanted me to have a safe place to practice. I had learned almost every routine for every role, b
HAVEN POV The waiting room at the hospital was cold. Cold, and white, and clean, and filled with the scents of disinfectant, stale coffee, and anxiety. I sat quietly in place in my chair with my book bag, scanning the room, watching the waiting family members of the other patients in this wing of the hospital. I also watched the nurses as they came and went from the unit. The amount of people in the waiting room dwindled, and the darkening sky outside signaled the approaching end of visiting hours. And, yet again, they had not allowed me to go back to see my dad. “Come on, kiddo,” Scott said as he walked towards me from the restroom. “It’s time to head home.” “Mom?” He grimaced. “She’s staying here again. I guess they’re giving her a few more nights of it before they tell her she can’t anymore.” I nodded and grabbed my bag and followed him out to his car. It had been the same routine for several weeks. School, hospital waiting room, home, repeat. Except, “home” kept changing. S
Dear Haven, I don’t know about you, but I am so ready for Spring Break! One week of no school, no teachers, and no homework? Yes, please! Do you have any plans for the week off? My family and I are heading to the beach to go camping for a few nights, and Reid is coming with us. Then, our town has its annual spring festival. We plant trees and there is usually tons and tons of food and pies and freshly squeezed lemonade. Also, I know it’s a ways away, and I know my parents will be talking to your parents about it soon, but this summer I was hoping we could meet in person? I mean, if you want to. I thought it would be fun. We’ve mentioned meeting in person before, so yeah. Anyway… read you later! Your friend, Wes P.S. Reid says hi P.P.S. Damn it, I am so sorry! I TOLD him to leave my shit alone! ********** Dear Haven, Hey! It’s been a minute. Usually you’ve written back by now, but maybe you’re busy? I know you were going to be starting more ballet classes and private lessons
Thank you again for reading "The Alpha's Pen Pal." I hope you enjoyed following along with the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. There will be a book two. Book two is titled "The Beta's Blind Date," and will follow Reid as the main character. I do not know when I will begin updates for this book, as I am currently working on another project that I need to have finished by the end of this month (July 2023), and I am also working on getting Pen Pal ready for print. In the meantime, you can leave a review for Pen Pal, as this helps readers know that others enjoyed the book. The review doesn't even have to be detailed, it can just be "I loved the story!" but even that helps out a lot! I also have another completed book on the app titled "A Prophecy of Crowns and Harmony." It is the first book in a completely unrelated series. It is a bit different from the usual werewolf story, as it also includes dragons, fairies, and witches, but I would love it if you would check it out and give
HAVEN POVWesley led me away, still holding me by my waist. We wandered around the building and into the garden where the company hosted the gala last year. It was just as beautiful and magical tonight as it was that night. Perhaps even more so, since there wasn’t a party set up within it, and its natural beauty was on display.“I have something for you,” Wesley murmured as he sat us down on a bench near some jasmine.I huffed out a small laugh. Of course, he sat us near the jasmine. “You didn’t need to get me anything,” I told him.“I know I didn’t need to, but I wanted to,” he said.He let go of me and reached under the bench, pulling out a small rectangular wooden box. I raised my brow at him, and he smiled.“Here,” he said, handing it to me.The wood was dark and smooth, except for the very center where my name had been stamped into it with a crescent moon behind a redwood tree next to it, the symbol of our pack. I ran my hand over it, feeling the ridges and dips of the letters, ma
SIX MONTHS LATER — NOVEMBER WESLEY POV Glittering lights. Rustling fabrics and programs. Instruments tuning. Whispering voices. A theater filled with audience members for the opening night of The Nutcracker this season at The Redwood Forest Ballet Company. A full house, as Haven had taught me. And all of them were here for her. The pack had bought out the house for the evening, so every single member of that audience was here because they were supporting their luna. Because tonight, she would dance the role of The Sugar Plum Fairy. “Thank you again,” I muttered, turning to look at Imogen. She rubbed at a spot on her red painted fingernails, a wrinkle between her brows. “I told you already, I needed the break. Some time to breathe and kick my feet up and just remind myself that I’m not just good at ballet, I actually enjoy ballet.” Her eyes lifted to mine, and she smiled. “Plus, it was for a good cause,” she said. “Oh, the baby is here!” She maneuvered around me and towards the
SIX MONTHS LATER — MAY HAVEN POV Spring in Crescent Lake was just as beautiful as I imagined. The spring festival the pack held on the shore of the lake every year — the one he’d written to me about in the letter I never received — was a blast. I ate more food than I should have and stayed up way too late dancing with Wesley and all our friends and family. And in the early hours of the morning, after we’d gone home, my mate held me close and made love to me, whispering to me and caressing me with the same care and tenderness he’d shown me on our first night together. That was all a few weeks ago. Now, we were gathered by the shore of the lake again, but for a different reason. For Wesley’s alpha ceremony. For him and his friends and brother to take over the pack. And for me to become the luna. It was still strange to think of myself as a leader of a pack of wolves. But in the short time I had been with Wesley and been living in the pack, I’d found more acceptance and love than alm
HAVEN POV The ghost of Wesley’s touch lingered on my skin, warm and soothing, and the whisper of his breath tickled the hair on my neck. My heart fluttered and raced in my chest, still pounding from the rush of our intimacy and the overwhelming pleasure from him marking me. I stretched, inhaling the hint of jasmine and vanilla and luxuriating in the feel of the soft blankets around my body. But where I thought I would meet Wesley’s chest with my back, there was only emptiness, vast and cold. My eyes blinked open, and I sat up, my heart now racing for a completely different reason. My clammy hands wiped against the blankets — no — the dress somehow on my body. The same dress I had worn at the temple in Greece, and during our visit with Selene. I stood to my feet, gathering the fabric in my hands as I did, scanning my surroundings. I pivoted in place, looking around me until my eyes landed on the temple. Selene’s temple. My mother’s temple. Everything was identical to how it was the
ONE MONTH LATER - NOVEMBER WESLEY POV The buzzing of the tattoo gun filled my ears and the minor ache and itch and sting of the needles hitting my skin and the silver hitting my blood had me closing my eyes every few minutes. But the tingles of the mate bond from Haven’s hand held in mine comforted me and dulled most of the pain I felt. I looked over at her and found her watching the tattooist raptly, her eyes locked on my marking spot, where he was inking her “mark” on me for all to see. I’d come up with the idea to get a tattoo as my “mark” when we were flying home from Greece. But I didn’t have the idea for what it should be specifically until we moved her out of her apartment and into our house in Crescent Lake, about a week after the challenge against Pierce. She was organizing the letters and making sure she had them all, and as soon as I saw them in her hands, I knew just what I wanted my mark from her to be. Which is how I came to be sitting in the tattoo parlor the day of
HAVEN POV I sat stiff and rigid in the chair next to Wesley’s hospital bed, his hand held in mine and my thumb stroking his skin in slow, smooth strokes. The bond would help him heal, but it was also helping me not have another massive freak out while I sat with him in the pack’s hospital. Dr. Russo had patched him up in almost no time, but he had to re-break Wesley’s foot because the bones had already started to heal in the wrong position. He’d tried to refuse any sedation, but with the damage to his ribs and lungs, they had to give him general anesthesia in order to repair all of it. Now he was in the bed, still asleep, but healing. Hopefully, he would wake up soon. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. His scent was still mixed with the antiseptic and medicinal smells of the hospital, the ones that always sent me into a spiral of depressive thoughts. But his scent was still there, still stronger than those other smells, keeping me in the present and not letting me return to
WESLEY POV I readied myself, crouching into position just as Pierce had done. I focused on my breathing and the extra resolve Haven sent my way, and trusted that my body and my mind and my lycan knew what to do. “The challenge will begin with my word,” King Malachi stated loud and clear for everyone to hear. “And it will end upon the death of one or both of the participants.” I breathed in again, making sure to keep my eyes opened and focused on Pierce. He was my target. We knew he was working with a witch, knew he was using her somehow to strengthen himself. I just needed to keep him engaged, needed to stay in the fight until they found the witch and took her out. I let my lycan stay at the forefront of my mind, so I could be ready to shift at a moment’s notice. I cleared my mind, letting my sole focus be on this fight. And I prayed to Selene — to my mate’s mother — that Pierce would not let his witch do to me what she’d done to Maddie to render her defenseless. “Begin,” King Mal
WESLEY POV There were varying reactions to Pierce’s preposterous challenge, but most of them included some degree of a snarl or a growl. The loudest was mine, of course, but Nolan’s, Sebastian’s, and Reid’s were all a near match of hostility and volume. How dare he. How dare he challenge me for the woman who was rightfully mine. For the mate Selene had honored me with. She had chosen me for Haven, for her daughter, and I would not let anyone take her away from me. Not again. Not in this lifetime or the next. I moved Haven behind my body, my hands still on her hips, her hands resting on the small of my back and her head peeking over my shoulder. There was a flurry of noise and movement around us, but my cold focus was only on the bag of scum in front of me. “What the hell does that mean?” Haven asked me. “He wants me to fight him for you,” I explained to her, my voice low and tight. She tensed, her hands clutching at my shirt. “Can he do that? Try to claim me that way?” she whispe