What do you think? Think she’ll reject him? Or just make him sweat a little? There are a lot of new readers, so just a reminder that my current posting schedule is Monday-Friday around 7am California time. If this changes, I will post here. That said, it is a holiday weekend this week in the US, so I will most likely not post a chapter on Monday so I can enjoy my weekend with my family and catch up on some things around the house.
HAVEN POV I kept my quick pace as I walked off Wesley’s porch and down the path bordered by his lawn. Nolan’s heavier footsteps sounded behind me as he followed me. I reached the curb and then looked to the left and then the right, deciding which way to go. Nolan stopped next to me, his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, as he waited for me to make a choice. My plan was going great until I realized I did not know where anything was in Crescent Lake. I crossed my arms and wrinkled my nose in frustration, and he said, “Where exactly did you want to go, Luna?” “I need a shower,” I muttered, remembering my bloody hair and the sweat and general grossness from the club the night before. “A really long, boiling hot shower,” I continued. “I thought you wanted to walk?” he asked with a chuckle. “I just needed some excuse to get out of his house,” I admitted. He laughed again and nodded, then ushered me towards the left. “Come on, Luna. I’ll take you to the packhouse. Just be careful
WESLEY POV“Are you going to reject me?” I asked, as I followed Nolan and Haven to the door.“What?” Haven asked.“Are you going to reject me as your mate?”She stopped and looked at me, her eyes scanning over my face, taking in whatever she saw there.She swallowed, then said, “I don’t know.”Then she turned and walked out my front door, with Nolan right behind her.I slammed the door shut and banged my fist against it twice before I leaned my forehead on the cool glass of the small window. I couldn’t even feel her anymore. She’d cut me off from her emotions without even knowing she was.I had no one to blame but myself. I mean, sure, I could have blamed my dad, but when it really came down to the bare bones of the issue, it was nobody’s fault but my own.I turned and slumped down to the floor, my back against the door and my arms draped over my knees. I sat and sat, waiting to feel even the tiniest bit of something from her end of the bond, but there was nothing.I already missed her
HAVEN POV Wesley’s arms tightened around me as we stood in the makeshift dance studio he had put together for me. It was far from perfect, but that somehow made it even more special. Because he had put the time and the effort into creating it just for me. He brought his head out of the crook of my neck, his nose trailing along my jawline as he pulled back to look me in the eye again. His eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, his face open and vulnerable, revealing the depth of his emotions to me. He kissed my forehead, then looked at me and said in a hoarse voice, “I, Wesley Stone, accept you, Haven Kenway, as my mate.” His words echoed into my soul, settling over me like a blanket. And beneath that, beneath the surface of my skin, was the overwhelming feeling of acceptance. Of belonging. The feeling I had been craving, been searching for most of my life. I gasped at the intensity of it, my hands clutching at Wesley’s back, pulling my body closer to his. “Are you all right?” he asked,
HAVEN POV As we basked in the afterglow of our make-up sex, Wesley continued to caress my bare skin, and kiss my shoulder and neck and chest, all while murmuring sweet nothings to me. His lips traveled over my skin in a lazy trail, leaving behind little tingles and sparks wherever they went. As he did this, he slowly and gently removed his softening penis from me, then settled me back on his lap while he adjusted his position on the floor of the room. I couldn’t imagine the floor was very comfortable to sit on, but I was too caught up in my post-coital haze to mention it to him. I knew he would move us somewhere else if he really wanted to. “I really am sorry,” he said, lifting his head to look at me. His fingers played with the ends of my curls, twirling them and untwirling them. “I know,” I reassured him. “I’m sorry too.” He pursed his lips together and looked down. “But I shouldn’t have ignored you. After everything — everything you’ve been through, everything you told me — I s
WESLEY POV I fell asleep on Saturday night with Haven in my arms and woke up Sunday to an empty bed. As soon as I realized Haven was no longer in our bed, I jumped up and out of it, my eyes already scanning the vacant room. My lycan growled and my heart leapt into my throat and I gripped my hair in my hands as I tried to catch my breath. Had it all been a dream? Her coming back and accepting me, us making love in front of the mirrors; her letting me provide a meal for her for the first time as my mate — had I just imagined it all? I yanked the bathroom door open, looking inside to see if she was in the shower or getting ready, but the lights were off and the room was empty. I darted to the walk-in closet, but again, the lights were off and the room was empty. “Fuck!” I muttered under my breath, sinking down onto the small ottoman in the middle of my closet, putting my head in my hands. The whimpering in my mind from my Lycan did nothing to temper the flare of distress in my body.
HAVEN POV “And I have the results,” I heard Dr. Russo’s voice say through Wesley’s phone. The volume was just loud enough that I could hear most of what he had said to Wesley, but not everything. Enough to hear that he’d already run whatever special test they had to detect supernatural blood and to know that he already knew the answer. Which I was sure was going to be “she’s just human.” Wesley’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the counter, and his head whipped towards me. Our eyes met, and through the bond, I could feel his anticipation. I gave him a weak smile, then turned back to the stove to shut off the burners since I had finished plating our food. I pressed my lips together and shut my eyes as he said, “Hold on, let me put you on speaker.” My throat tightened and my hands mimicked Wesley’s as I gripped the counter in front of me. I waited, and focused on anything other than how worried I was about his answer. I didn’t want Wesley to feel it, to know. But I
HAVEN POV Wesley stomped to the front door, and I picked up my blanket and my backpack and took them back into our bedroom with me. Even though Wesley’s shirt provided more than enough coverage, I still felt awkward talking to his dad while wearing nothing else. Especially since we’d only met one time. I slipped on a pair of the pajama pants Wesley had grabbed for me that belonged to Maddie, then I made my way back into the kitchen. I found Harrison sitting at the counter on a barstool, and Wesley washing dishes at the sink, avoiding his dad’s gaze. Annoyance rolled off of Wesley in waves, filling the room with tension as thick and as sticky as tar. My head swiveled back and forth between the two of them, observing the similarities in their body language and the way they wouldn’t look at each other and the fact that neither wanted to be the first to speak. I had to hold in my laugh, because even though I found it amusing, I knew my laughter would only have a negative effect on the s
HAVEN POV Wesley and I both changed our clothes, and after that, he walked with me to the packhouse, where he dropped me off with a kiss that promised more to come later. “I love you, Sugar Plum,” he said, his hands gently cradling my face. “Have Nolan mindlink me if you need anything.” “I’ll be fine, Wes,” I smiled. He kissed me one last time, and I said, “I love you too,” before he turned and made his way to do his laps. The cool autumn air sent a small chill over my body as the warmth of his body moved away from me. I rubbed my arms and turned around to see Nolan standing on the porch waiting for me. “Morning Nolan,” I said as I climbed the porch steps of the packhouse. “Morning Luna. I mean Haven,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry, it’s an instinct for us to use titles,” he told me, rubbing the top of his buzzed hair. “it’s all right,” I said. “I’m not upset.” “So, how did Wes do on his groveling?” Nolan asked as he opened the door for me. I smiled. “He did okay, I guess,
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