Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
To my Sugar Plum, my mate, my Haven,
I haven’t had a chance to write you a letter in a while. Everything got crazy after you accepted me, with us finding Lennox, then traveling to Greece and meeting Selene, and then Pierce’s challenge. And then, after all of that was over, we lived in this little blissful bubble, and I didn’t feel the need to write to you.
But tonight—tonight, I will give you my mark. Tonight, we will complete our bond. I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about this night a lot. I have thought about it since the day I left you crying in your apartment, and I decided I would find a way to win your heart and make you mine. Before I even knew you were my mate.
I never would have thought I would be so lucky to meet my mate in my childhood. Few werewolves can say that. Although, not many werewolves can say their mate is the daughter of Selene, either.
Seriously, though, Haven, I am so lucky to have you as a mate. Every day, you inspire me to be a better man, a better mate, a better alpha. And I hope someday (when you’re ready) you will inspire me to be a better father for our children.
I can’t wait for tonight. I can’t wait to make you mine forever. To put my mark on you for everyone to see, for everyone to know that we belong to each other. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.
Forever Your Pal,
Wesley
And on they went. A letter for every event over our year together—our first Christmas as mates, the spring festival, the night of our alpha and luna ceremony—all of it in the box, all of it memorialized in his handwriting and his thoughts and reactions and words to me.
With each letter, my heart swelled more, and the tears forming in my eyes could no longer stay there. They fell down my cheeks, unfettered. I didn’t try to wipe them away or hide them. There was no point because the flood falling from my eyes would just replace what I had removed.
I finally reached the last one, and I took in a deep breath. I didn’t understand it. How, with every day we spent together, he still found ways to surprise me, to show me his love knew no end.
To some, these brief letters would just be a piece of paper, but to me, to us—they were so much more. They were a symbol of our past, brought into our future. They were what linked us together from the start and what would always link us together.
He watched me intently as I lifted the last envelope and opened it. I took my time, taking care not to tear the envelope, and I unfolded it, finding the shortest letter he’d ever written to me.
Dear Pen Pal,
Will you marry me?
The paper fluttered out of my hands, floating to the ground. Behind the paper, Wesley was on his knee, holding a ring out to me in his hand. A yellow gold ring with a twisting band and a beautiful opal framed by a small diamond on each side.
My lip quivered, and a choked sob escaped from my body as my hands came up to cover my mouth.
“Wesley,” I rasped out, leaning forward and wrapping my arms around him.
He clutched me to him, one hand on the back of my neck and the other around my waist. I cried into the lapels of his black suit jacket, not caring about staining it with my tears.
“I thought werewolves don’t have weddings?” I muttered through my tears.
“We don’t,” he agreed, rubbing my neck. “But humans do. And you’ve accepted all of our traditions with grace and an open mind. The least I can do is give you this human tradition.”
I pulled back to look into his eyes. “I don’t need a wedding, Wesley.”
“But you want one,” he breathed. “You may not have told me you do, but I know you, and I know you want a wedding. So I’m going to give you one.”
I opened my mouth, and he said, “I know, I know—pretty presumptuous of me to assume you would want to marry me.”
I smirked. “Actually, I was going to say yes.”
He pressed his lips to mine, his hand wrapping around my neck and his thumb stroking my throat, moving down to my mating mark. My entire body shuddered against his as he brushed over it with his fingers, my moan swallowed by his mouth.
“Give me your hand,” he whispered against my lips, kissing me again.
I held it out without hesitation, letting him slip the ring on, both of us looking down at my fingers as he did. The smooth opal stone shimmered in the starlight, and he lifted my hand to his lips, kissing the ring on my finger.
“I love you, Haven,” he murmured, pulling me to my feet and wrapping his arms around me again.
“I love you too,” I replied, snuggling into him as the wind picked up around us, rustling the flora of the garden.
I closed my eyes and smiled, picturing the future as we stood embracing in the theater’s garden. A future I would get to experience with my mate.
With my pen pal.
THE ENDVolume 2
REIDI
have three rules for sex with females:
No kissing.
No pack members.
No sleepovers.
No fated mate.
Shit, that’s four rules. Okay, rewind. Starting over.
I have four rules for dealing with females.
Now, I know that seems strange—no kissing? How can I be intimate with a female with no kissing?
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