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Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book “The nurses found you asleep in Jack’s room,” he breathed. “They called us and the social workers.” I shook my head. “No,” I said. “It’s all right, sweetie,” he continued. “You’re safe. We’re just waiting on the new family, and then—“ “NO!” I yelled, and I darted…

Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book Your friend, Wes Dear Haven, I hope everything is okay. It’s not like you to not write for this long. I hope I didn’t say something to offend you or piss you off. My dad says a pissed-off woman is the worst kind of woman. That’s probably…

Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book “What?” I asked. “They placed her with a new family,” he said again with the patience of a saint. “But why? Why would they do that? She was healthy and happy and home!” Dad blew out a breath and tried to speak, but I kept going. “They’ll…

Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book I stared at the cake, unable to do anything else. My hands still shook under the table, and the butterflies still flew around my insides. My heart threatened to burst through my chest, and my throat clenched, rendering me speechless. I tried to swallow, but the action…

Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book I waited until I heard Scott open and shut my bedroom door as he did his check-up on me to see if I was asleep. Some nights, I would already be asleep when he’d come in, and I wouldn’t hear him. Other nights, I would be wide-eyed…

Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book The smell of the roasted chicken and vegetables Mom cooked for dinner reached my nose. My stomach growled, causing everyone in the room to chuckle. We settled into our seats. I sat between Scott and Tiffany, and Dad dished out food for everyone, the casual conversation flowing…

Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book I lost track of how many times I tried to complete a perfectly executed pirouette, when Miss Rebekah’s hands were on my arms from behind me as I was about to turn again. “Hold your arms up from here,” she told me, tapping the underside of my…

Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book That leads me to your next question: my mom and dad. Jack and Shirley. I’ll be honest, calling them Mom and Dad hasn’t been easy for me. After being shuffled around to so many homes, I stopped trying to call the foster parents “Mom and Dad.” But…

Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book As I reached for it, my mom came up next to me, and I glanced at her for approval as I took the music box off the shelf. She only smiled at me, but I knew what I had chosen was the right gift. But there was…

Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book By now, you have obviously opened your Christmas gift. I know we never discussed the holidays or talked about whether we would send gifts to each other, but honestly, I felt I needed to do this for you. I knew you would likely say no to any…