Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“I trust her,” he replied.
I nodded, and we followed her to their camp.
“That was kind of hot. The way she took you down?” Reid muttered to Sebastian.
“Tell me about it,” Sebastian said with a dry chuckle.
I looked out of the corner of my eye at him, and his smile vanished when he felt my eyes on him.
“You should ask her to teach you that move. It could come in handy,” Reid snickered, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I’m waiting for my mate,” Seb replied through gritted teeth.
“Okay, dude. You do you since you won’t let anyone else,” Reid said with an eye roll. “Maybe I’ll ask her to teach it to me,” he added under his breath.
Seb’s nostrils flared, and he pinched the bridge of his nose and put his hand on his hip. “I don’t think she’s your type.”
“My type is female,” Reid said, shrugging.
I laughed, and Sebastian just shook his head and then dropped his hands in defeat.
“What’s your name?” I asked the she-wolf as we came into their small clearing.
She sat down in one of the camp chairs set up around the fire pit in the middle of their small circle of tents.
“Sarina,” she told me. “And this is Landon, Steele, Riven, and Rune.”
The three males and one female looked our way. They each raised a hand in greeting as she named them off and pointed at them with her chin.
“I’m Wesley, that’s Reid, and that’s Sebastian,” I said, returning the introductions.
I leaned against a tree, crossing my arms and nodding at Seb, letting him know he could take the lead on the questioning. I trusted his judgment just as Dad did, and I knew he would be better at asking questions to get the answers he needed.
“What did you mean when you said you’re all nomads?” Sebastian asked as I looked around their campsite.
Their tents were small, and they seemed to have little with them, but everything looked clean and in good shape. It was clear they took care of their supplies, unlike rogues, who were irrational and reckless.
“I guess you could say we’re like our own little pack,” she answered, her head cocked to the side as she thought. “We just don’t have a territory like you. We travel around, taking odd jobs here and there. Helping out packs when we can, and then moving on once our time is up.”
“What about your families?” he asked, his brow furrowed as he looked at her. “You can’t be, what, more than twenty years old?”
“Nineteen,” she muttered, avoiding his surprised stare.
“Damn,” Reid breathed out, his eyes not so subtly scanning over her body and landing back on her face.
Sebastian gave him a sharp look, then turned back to Sarina as he sat on one of the empty chairs by the fire. “Your parents?”
“They took a longer-term job in the last place we stayed. They’ll join back up with us once that’s over,” she told him with a shrug. “We’re pretty used to it,” she added. “Some of us stay longer in one place, but we eventually find each other again.”
The rest of her little rag-tag group nodded their agreement.
“And what brings you here? To this part of California?” Seb asked.
“Just passing through, like I said.”
They locked eyes and just stared at each other for a long moment. I stood up from my spot against the tree, glancing between them, trying to gauge what exactly was going on with their stare-down.
“So, how long are you in town for?” Reid asked with a smirk, breaking the tension.
His eyes lingered on her chest, where the swell of her breasts was visible under her tank top, before moving back up to her face.
Sebastian and I both groaned, my head falling back against the tree trunk. Sarina raised a dark brow at him, a smile playing at her full lips.
“You should listen to your friend,” she said, flicking her eyes to Seb and then back to Reid, leaning forward to rest her arms on her legs. “I’m definitely not your type.”
I laughed out loud at the look of shock on Reid’s face, and Sebastian just shook his head as his shoulders trembled with his restrained laugh.
“We should get back to Dad,” he said, his voice shaking. “Let him know they’re not rogues and that they didn’t mean to cross our borders.”
He stood and crossed to Reid and me, and Sarina smiled and waved at us as we walked away. “See you around, pretty boys.”
HAVEN
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hello, you have reached Wesley Stone. I am currently unavailable—“
I hung up before the mailbox greeting could finish. I didn’t need to hear it. I’d heard it at least one hundred times since Sunday.
“Happy fucking birthday to me,” I muttered, tossing the phone on my bed and plopping down on my back.
It had been five days since I’d seen Wesley. Five days since I’d spoken to him. Five days since he’d held me in his arms. I’d taken my time, thinking through every emotion and thought and concern I had about what Wesley revealed to me after our unbelievable night together.
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