Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“No, I couldn’t! I literally couldn’t. My dad ordered me not to.”
“Oh, and you just do whatever Daddy says still? Even at twenty-four years old?”
“When it’s an alpha command, yeah, I have to follow it.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s an order that we have to follow. It’s literally impossible to not follow an alpha order. The only person who isn’t affected by one is an alpha’s mate,” he explained. “And, as I said before, Timothy smelled you on me. He asked me about you. He threatened you. Not outright, but the threat was there. I was protecting you. I couldn’t let him know how much you meant to me, or you could have gotten hurt.”
A dark chuckle escaped my lips without warning. “And yet, by you protecting me, I got hurt anyway,” I threw back at him.
He flinched, and his chin dropped to his chest, his hands pulling away from mine. “And I’ll never forgive myself for that,” he muttered. “As soon as I heard you were hurt, I realized how badly I’d fucked up. And I know there is nothing I can do to fix it or change it. I just hope that someday, you find you can forgive me.”
I felt guilty almost right away for throwing that in his face. I didn’t blame him for what Lennox did. It wasn’t anyone’s fault except for Lennox.
But in my pettiness, I wanted him to hurt, too. Even though he was already beating himself up for what happened to me.
I stared at him for a long moment, thinking about what I wanted to do next. I would forgive him, of course. If I was honest with myself, I had already forgiven him. But I was still going to make him work for it.
I narrowed my eyes at him and then tossed the covers aside, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing up.
“What are you doing?” Wesley asked, standing up and following me to the door.
“I’m going for a walk.”
“Why?”
“To think,” I answered, walking into the living room area.
Nolan sat on the couch with a mug of coffee in his hands, finally out of his wolf form, staring straight ahead pretending he hadn’t heard our entire argument.
“Go on a walk with me?” I asked him. He raised his brows, then set his mug down on the coffee table and stood up.
“Sure,” Nolan replied.
“Are you going to reject me?” Wesley murmured as he followed the two of us to the door.
“What?” I asked.
“Are you going to reject me as your mate?”
I turned and looked at him, my eyes scanning all of him, taking in the desperate and pained look on his face.
I swallowed, guilt already eating my insides before I even spoke the words. “I don’t know,” I said.
With that, I turned and walked out the front door, Nolan hot on my heels.
HAVEN
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 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.
“Where exactly did you want to go, Luna?” Nolan asked.
“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 since you’re not wearing shoes.”
I glanced down at my feet as I followed him and sighed. In my haste to get away from Wesley and make him sweat, I had forgotten I didn’t have any shoes.
“Well, at least the pavement isn’t hot,” I said.
“And the packhouse isn’t far,” Nolan added as we continued walking.
“What’s the packhouse?”
“Enormous house. Looks like a cabin on steroids.”
“Oh yeah. I saw it when I came here with Maya for her birthday. She said it was a clubhouse.”
“It’s like our headquarters. The lower floors have a kitchen, dining room, offices for various ranked members, and some guest rooms and apartments. Wesley’s family lives on the top floor in what’s basically a penthouse suite.”
“Why’d he move out?” I asked.
“He wanted his own space and privacy from the rest of the pack. Something about wanting to keep his family life separate from his work life. Which is funny since the pack is his family too.”
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?