Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“It was either that or have my memory wiped, and that didn’t sound very safe or fun, so I chose secret keeping instead!” Imogen said.
“Well, I’m not one of them,” I replied. “The doctor confirmed that I am one hundred percent human, just like I knew I was. And I won’t turn into one,” I added, anticipating her next question. “Why haven’t you gone home yet, though?”
“Well, they wanted to ask me some questions about what happened that night. And then I had to sign that magical contract. Plus, Mr. Stone isn’t letting me leave until they find the wolf who attacked you,” Imogen rushed out. “But that means we can have girl time!”
“Ooh, yes, we can go back to your place,” Maya said, clapping her hands. “Your clothes just came in since I made Wes pay extra for overnight shipping.” She looked at Nolan and Reid. “The boxes are in the packhouse entry. Can you grab them and bring them to Wes and Haven’s?”
“My… clothes?” I asked, my brow furrowing.
“Yes,” Maya said, linking her arm through mine and leading me towards the door. Reid and Nolan went to grab the boxes, and Imogen fell into step behind us. “Your mate had me order you basically an entire new wardrobe—clothes, shoes, dancewear—everything.”
I pursed my lips together to keep in the groan threatening to escape me at that information. Part of me loved that he thought about making sure I had clothing and whatever else I needed in our house. The other part of me hated that he’d spent so much money on me. Not just on the clothes, but to get them there so quickly. I would have been fine with what Reid had brought for at least a few more days.
“Don’t even try to turn down this gift from him!” Maya warned. “I worked my ass off, hunched over Wesley’s laptop all damn day yesterday, ordering this stuff for you while he built you that delightful dance studio.”
“He built you a dance studio?” Imogen asked, and I nodded. “Oh, my god, that is the most adorable thing I have ever heard. Please show me?”
“I thought you were team ‘Wesley sucks?'”
“That was Friday Imogen. Now it’s Sunday, and I am a new woman,” she said as we walked into the house. “Also, they explained the whole ‘soulmates’ thing to me and the pen pal thing in more detail, and now I’m definitely team Haveley.”
Maya snorted, and I wrinkled my brow. “Team Haveley?”
“Yeah, Haven and Wesley combined makes Haveley. Hashtag Haveley forever!” Imogen exclaimed. “That’s going to be your wedding tag. I’ve decided.”
“We’re not getting married, Imogen!”
“The way Reid explained it, you basically already are in their eyes.” She shrugged. “Now, show me this dance studio.”
“I’ll be in your room,” Maya called after us as I led Imogen down the hall.
I opened the door to my studio, and Imogen walked in, her eyes examining everything in that critical way of hers. Not because she was rude, but because she was a detail-oriented person. Because, like me, she needed to absorb even the smallest detail before making a judgment or stating her opinion.
That was probably why we didn’t get along well at first. We were too much alike. Too closed off, too focused on our careers, too hypercritical of ourselves to let others in. And our standoffish ways made others think we were unapproachable.
But I realized I needed to stop shutting everyone out. Not everyone was out to get me, to hurt me. Not these people surrounding me at Crescent Lake, at least.
Imogen walked over to the frames on the wall and looked at each one, then turned to the mirrors and laughed. “He’s going to put a real mirror there,” I said. “This is just temporary.”
“No, it’s perfect. It’s so thoughtful of him to put a bunch of mirrors there until the actual wall mirror can be installed.” She sighed and turned in place, looking at the room one more time. “I want a werewolf soulmate!” she whined, her bottom lip sticking out.
I just giggled, and I heard Maya laughing down the hall as well. “I thought you weren’t a one-man woman?” Maya yelled.
“I’d turn into one if he was a sexy werewolf who made me a dance studio in his house ’cause I was mad at him!” Imogen called back. “Not your sexy werewolf,” she clarified, looking at me. “I have no intention of trying to steal him from you. You two are clearly meant for each other. Anyone can see that.”
“Except Reid, apparently,” Nolan said as they walked down the hall with two boxes each in their arms.
“Never going to let me live this one down, are you?” Reid grumbled.
“Not until the next time you lose one of Seb’s bets,” Maddie answered from behind him, her arms also full of packages.
“We only have one bet left, and I’m never losing that one,” he said.
“And what’s that bet?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he answered, smirking at Maddie over his shoulder.
“Duh, that’s why I asked, dickhead,” she replied with a roll of her eyes.
“Well, it’s a good thing he built you this studio. You’ll need a place to rehearse and condition,” Imogen continued as the three of them disappeared into the bedroom, and we heard the boxes being opened.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Since you won’t be at rehearsals? Or classes?”
I blinked at her. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Oh. Um…” She glanced over my shoulder, and I turned to see Nolan standing there, leaning against the doorframe.
“Wes should really be the one to talk to you about all this, but he doesn’t even know yet,” he sighed. “We met with Alpha Harrison and Peter. They agreed you’ll need to stay here in our territory and not go to the city for rehearsals.”
“Until they catch Lennox,” I said with a nod. “That makes sense,” I told him. “It sucks, but I get it. They want me to be safe.” Nolan just stared at me, and Imogen looked at her feet as she did some impromptu tendús. “That’s not what you mean, though, is it?” I asked.
“No,” he sighed and rubbed his head. “It’s not just keeping you safe while Lennox is on the loose. The other alpha is still out there too—the one we were trying to incriminate—“
“Tiny Tim,” Maddie said as she walked around Nolan.
“What?” he asked, frowning at her.
“Tiny Tim. I figured with all his big talk and showboating and everything, he must have a tiny dick he’s trying to compensate for,” she told him.
Nolan lifted his eyes to the ceiling and muttered, “Goddess, help her mate.” Then looked back at me. “Anyway, he’s still out there somewhere, too. But the biggest issue is your healing.”
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?