Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
I nearly spat my water out at his teasing and waggling eyebrows. “I don’t think dating someone can make you a better dancer,” I said with an incredulous laugh.
“Can’t it though?”
He tilted his head and looked at me while deep in thought. I just stared back at him, confused. I considered his words, then laughed a little again, shaking my head.
I opened my mouth to reply, but Ramón said, “Yep. That’s definitely what it is,” and then walked away to where he needed to enter.
I stared after him as he danced through his entrance. Him telling me that was a pretty big compliment. I’d rarely heard him even give one word of encouragement to the other principals, let alone any of the soloists or demi-soloists.
I moved out of the way of some of the other incoming dancers, grabbing my towel and dabbing at my neck and face to keep the sweat from dripping down into my costume.
When we finished the run-through, Peter called us all onto the stage to make a quick announcement.
“Don’t forget to pick up your comp tickets for the premiere in the box office before you leave the theater today. If you don’t grab them, we will allocate them back to public availability! Also, let Valeria know if you will be bringing a plus one to the gala on Friday night after the performance so we can get them on the list.” He glanced around at everyone, and I swear his eyes lingered on me. “That’s all!”
The entire company began talking at once as everyone made their way off the stage and to either the lobby or dressing rooms, depending on if they needed their tickets still.
I, luckily, had already gotten mine, so I made my way up the stairs to my dressing room.
As soon as I walked in, my phone lit up on the makeup counter. I walked to it to glance at who the message was from, then did a double-take.
I sat down on my stool as I read and reread the message from Melissa.
Melissa: Hey Haven! Unfortunately, we won’t be able to make it out to California for your recital this weekend because we didn’t book our flights in time, and everything is completely sold out or ridiculously expensive now. I hope you understand. We will definitely try to make it out for another one. I’m just not sure when! Love you, and good luck!
I sat there and stared at the phone in my hands. I read the message again to make sure I hadn’t misunderstood, misinterpreted, or misread any of it.
I lost track of how many times I read it. I lost track of how long I sat there. At one point, I thought I heard Peter’s voice talking to me, but I wasn’t sure. The theater emptied around me until it was just me and the silence.
I don’t know why it surprised me. They’d never comprehended how important ballet was to me. But I thought they’d at least understand it was my first performance as a soloist instead of in the corps, that it was special and important. But no. They didn’t.
I set the phone on the counter and leaned forward, resting my head in my hands.
Strong, sure, and deliberate footsteps sounded on the stairs, and I looked up as Wesley appeared in the doorway of my dressing room. He braced his hands on either side of the frame as he met my eyes in the mirror, assessing me. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, and a small crease formed between his brows.
I smiled at him in the mirror. But as soon as my lips turned up, water lined my eyes, blurring his massive form in the reflection.
In two long strides, he crossed the room, wrapping his arms around my shoulders from behind me. My hands came up and clutched at his forearms, my head leaning back against his solid, warm chest. His muscular arms held me with such care that I wanted to stay like that with him forever.
My tears fell unbidden as he held me. I had spent the last almost twelve years reteaching myself to not cry or to at least hold it back until I was alone. But with him, it seemed all that went out the window. I couldn’t hide my true emotions from him. And part of me didn’t want to.
“What happened?” Wesley asked, his chin resting on the top of my head.
I nodded towards my phone on the counter, my throat too tight to speak. He loosened one arm from me to grab it, then handed it to me and wrapped me up again.
His thumb rubbed my arm as I unlocked the phone and handed it to him so he could read the message. I watched his face in the mirror as he read, his brow furrowing with each passing moment. His knuckles turned white as his grip tightened with his rising ire.
He tossed the phone onto my bag with a noise that was almost a growl. He moved in front of me, and his hands came to my face, tilting my head up towards him as he wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs, and I crossed my arms over my stomach, squeezing myself tight.
“I don’t even know why I’m crying,” I said in a scratchy voice. “After everything I’ve realized over the last week, it shouldn’t even surprise me or upset me or anything, but—“”You’re grieving,” he said, stepping as close as my tutu would allow, his brown eyes looking down at me with warmth. “You’ve lost the family you convinced yourself you had and have realized you can’t trust the two people you should trust the most. Of course, you’re hurt and upset. I don’t expect you to get over something like that so quickly,” he murmured, then leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Don’t ever feel bad about crying in front of me. It’s not a weakness,” he added, his lips brushing against my skin.
I nodded at his words. The way he understood my fears, doubts, and insecurities, how he could ease my mind with just his words and his presence and his compassion, was more than I could have ever expected from him.
“It sucks,” I admitted to him, as fresh tears fell out of my eyes. “It’s like they don’t even understand how important this is to me. Or maybe they do, but they just don’t care. I don’t know. I just—I keep wondering why…” I stopped and took in a breath, trying to calm myself and keep my voice from getting hysterical. “Never mind,” I said, shaking my head.
“Why they even adopted you?” Wesley asked, pulling back to look at me in the eyes.
My breath shook, and I nodded, blinking rapidly.
“Do you want me to call them?” he asked, his voice strained and his eyes lit with anger and the promise of defending me. “I can call them and give them a piece of my mind, and—“”No,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s not worth it. They’re not worth it. I need to just cut them out of my life, and this is the perfect time to start that.”
He narrowed his eyes, then gave a reluctant nod. I leaned forward and rested my cheek against his chest, our eyes meeting in the mirror as I continued talking.
“So, now I have these tickets to the premiere on Friday. And I don’t know what to do with them. I’d give them to you, but I know you already bought some. And I don’t want to give them back to the box office because I’d rather give them to someone I know.”
He nodded as he listened to me babble, his gaze turning inwards and thoughtful.
“I have an idea,” he said after a few minutes.
“Yeah?” I asked, brightening a bit.
“Yes,” he said with a small smile. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“Definitely. I just need to change,” I said, leaning back and gesturing at my costume.
“I’ll wait outside your door,” he said, then placed another kiss on my forehead before turning to leave.
I stood from the stool, wiped my tears from my face, and then froze. “Um… Wes?” I asked, swallowing as he turned around. “I can’t—I can’t get this off by myself—“I gestured towards the back of the bodice, where there was a line of about twenty hooks and eyes that I could not undo without help.
“You want me to—?” he asked.
I nodded, and he inhaled, then walked back over to me.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?