Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
Sebastian was already down the hall. I heard a door thrown open and him moving things around, then he was back in the living room only seconds later.
“Here,” he said, handing the book to Wesley. “What story do you think he was referring to?”
Wesley took the book with one hand and sat in the chair I’d vacated, pulling me down with him and into his lap.
I burrowed my face into his chest to hide my burning cheeks from sitting so intimately with him in front of our family and friends. “Wes,” I whispered, gripping his shirt.
“No one cares, Sugar Plum,” he reassured me, lifting my chin with his hand. “This is acceptable to wolves. This is how mates act with each other.”
I blew out a breath and nodded, then looked at the book in his hands. “What’s the big deal about this book?” I asked him.
“This book,” he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.”
“So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it.
It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.
Wes thought for a moment, his head doing a half nod, half shake as he answered. “Yes, and no. Yes, because they’ve been around for so long, just like those tales and myths and legends. But no, because these tales are true. Or at least based on some truth.”
“Those other tales all are true too,” Sebastian pointed out. “Humans just don’t realize it.”
I stared at him and then looked around at the others, my disbelief displayed on my face. But all of them nodded, agreeing with Sebastian.
“Okay, we can put a pin in that piece of information too. Just add it to the list with vampires and bears and whatever else we still need to discuss,” I said to Wesley, and his lips twitched with a silent laugh. “But why do you need this book right now?”
“Lennox said…” Wesley paused and sighed. “Look, Haven, you know it doesn’t matter to me. What you are. Not in the least. I don’t care if you’re a human or an alien or whatever. It doesn’t make a difference in how I feel about you. But he implied that you are something more, something special, something to do with this book. And if that is true, then we need to know.”
I swallowed and nodded. “Okay,” I said with a small shrug. “What did he imply? What did he say?”
“He said, ‘At least I know what she is.’ And then, when I tried to get more out of him, he choked up from the alpha command placed on him by his dad. But he was able to remind me about our stories. About how they are all based on a bit of truth.”
“But which story?” Reid asked. “Which story would he be referring to?”
“My guess is ‘The First of the Wolves,'” Wesley said. “It fits. A human who is chosen by a wolf warrior. Even though Haven is my fated mate too, I chose her long before I knew that.”
“Let’s hear it then,” I said, handing him the book.
“Wessy, wead me a stowy!” Seb exclaimed, clapping his hands and mimicking a little girl’s voice, and Wesley’s lips twitched again at his words.
“Wes used to read those to Maddie when she was little,” Reid said in response to my raised brow.
“And she would ask him to do it just like that.” Nolan chuckled.
“What a good big brother,” I said, leaning against Wes’s shoulder. “That’s very cute.”
“I told you earlier, I’m—“
“Not cute. Right. Got it,” I said with a nod, a thumbs up, and a serious face. “Now read the story,
Wessy,” I teased.
His eyes sparkled, and he shook his head at me, a small smile teasing his lips. He opened the book to the first story and began to read it out loud so everyone in the room could hear.
His rich baritone voice filled the space as he read, telling us of Karl and his chosen mate Eydís, who was given a wolf companion of her own, and how they and their feuding clans became the first true werewolves. It was a beautiful tale, one that almost ended in tragedy, and an insightful look at their history. Wesley’s history.
As he spoke, Maddie entered the apartment, coming back from wherever she had been. Her eyes brightened, and she set her bag down gently before she moved to sit next to Maya on the floor, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her body as she listened to Wesley finish.
The room was quiet as Wesley ended the tale, and I looked around at everyone, taking in their varied and thoughtful expressions. Wesley closed the book, his brow furrowing as he stared at it on his leg.
“What are you thinking?” I asked him.
“I’m not sure,” he answered. “I thought—I thought maybe you were like Eydís. A human, but strong enough to be given a wolf like she was. But nothing in the story indicates how or why that happened to her specifically.”
“Well, it’s because Karl chose her, and she chose him, seeing beyond the dispute between their families and putting aside their differences,” I explained, and Harrison chuckled. “But I don’t see how that applies to me. Or to us.”
“I thought maybe…” Wes cleared his throat, and his cheeks turned pink. “Maybe you were a descendant or something…” he muttered, averting his eyes.
“Wait, why would you think that?” Maddie asked, sitting up straighter.
“Because of what Lennox said when we were… um… talking to him,” Wesley replied.
“You mean torturing him,” she corrected, and Wesley sighed but nodded. “What did he say?”
“He said Haven was special, and she was a gift. And reminded me that all the stories are based on truth.”
Maddie’s eyes widened. “Oh my Goddess, you are a dumbass,” she said, standing and taking the book from Wesley’s hands. “You are looking at the wrong story,” she said as she flipped through the pages and then handed the book back to him with it opened to a story near the end of the book.
The look on Wesley’s face was a mixture of shock, disbelief, hope, and fear, all in equal measure. His skin paled, his eyes widened, and his hands shook as he reached for the book and held it, his fingertips skimming over the page.
“Ria,” he murmured, looking up at Maddie for a second before his eyes moved back to the page.
“Ria,” Maddie agreed, crossing her arms and nodding once.
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