Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
The possessiveness radiating through the bond from her nearly knocked me to the ground myself, and the whiff of her arousal had me growling and rushing to her to grab her. I lifted her body off the ground and against mine, her legs wrapping around my waist as she kissed me with a fierce passion.
HAVEN
I was exhausted. More than exhausted. I was so fatigued I couldn’t even think of a word to describe how tired I was.
I wasn’t even sure of the time, although I knew it was still Sunday. Or perhaps the wee hours of Monday.
But my mind kept drifting back to the enormous, incredibly comfortable bed in our room at our house. I kept thinking about sinking into its plushness. About wrapping the fluffy duvet around me as I placed my head on the feathery pillows and about snuggling up close to my Wesley as I drifted off to sleep with his arms around me.
My Wesley. My mate.
He must have sensed my exhaustion because he’d seated us on the couch in his dad’s office instead of in the chairs across from his desk. Even Harrison sat on the arm on the far edge of the couch, a glass bottle of beer in his hand that he sipped at while we talked.
Wesley explained everything to his dad, including all Lennox had told them the first time they’d spoken with him. Tortured him.
I shifted in my seat, my cheeks heating as I remembered my reaction to Wesley’s brutality towards Lennox at the end. I didn’t know what came over me, but my reaction to that side of him was visceral. Primal.
I wasn’t sure what that said about me—that I found his violence, dominance, and possessiveness sexy. But I didn’t care.
Perhaps it was because he still regarded me as a person, as my own being. It wasn’t a possessiveness that owned, that commanded, but a possessiveness that cherished and consumed. It was a possession of equality—he was mine as much as I was his. And it was a mutual possession. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. And I’d never wanted that with anyone else.
“He claimed he didn’t know how his dad knew who she was,” Wesley told his dad with a sigh.
“What I was,” I corrected him. “He kept referring to me as a ‘what’ instead of a ‘who.'”
Twin growls played in surround sound in my ears. One from Wesley on my right and one from his dad on my left.
“We should kill him again,” Wesley snarled, moving his arm from the back of the couch to around my shoulders, pulling me further into his body.
Harrison huffed out a small laugh and shook his head.
“I’m not sorry he’s dead,” Wesley said. “I won’t apologize for letting him die. For letting Nolan kill him.”
“And I’m not asking you to,” Harrison replied. “I gave you full control of the situation with him, full control of his interrogation. It was your luna, your mate, who he attacked after all. And I am proud of how you defended your pack and your luna,” he said.
“I’m sensing a but.” Wesley sighed.
“But,” Harrison said with a slight grin and a wink at me. “We could have gotten more answers from him.”
“Like what?” I asked. “And how? Wesley said Lennox’s dad had alpha commanded him not to tell. I thought those couldn’t be broken?”
“We could have found out where the Wainwrights disappeared to and why,” Harrison told me.
I looked at Wesley and his eyes were huge. “Fuck,” he breathed, rubbing his face with his free hand.
“What’s he talking about, Wes?”
“When you told me about the things your parents did when you were growing up, I asked my dad to look into them. He found nothing incriminating, but I asked him to check again, and he did. And when he checked again, we found they’d left their house and completely disappeared. Off-grid.”
I blew out a slow breath, and Wesley rushed out, “I didn’t tell you because it was during your performances, and I didn’t want to cause a distraction. And then… well…”
And then things went to shit. But it didn’t matter that he hadn’t told me. Because, one, I had decided they weren’t worth my time and energy by that point anyway, and two, there were bigger things to worry about.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, taking his hand. “And if he couldn’t tell you about their real last name or their pack, then I doubt he’d have been able to tell you that either,” I reassured him.
“Frederick had the king on standby, ready to step in if needed,” Harrison told us. “He could have lifted the alpha command on him. He could have found out if Lennox was telling the truth about not knowing how they learned Haven’s identity.”
Wesley stiffened next to me, his eyes darting to his dad.
“It’s better this way, though,” Wesley muttered. “Yes, we would have gotten those answers from him about her birthday and their parents’ real names and packs, but…” He paused and looked down at me, where I sat tucked safely into his side, and I reached up to place my palm on his chest. “But I think it’s better if we keep her identity a secret,” he finished.
“And why is that?” Harrison asked him over the lip of his beer bottle.
Wesley frowned. “Well, people have already tried to use her—have been using her. Hiding her away and promising their son she would be his mate, so he could be an alpha. Imagine what would happen if more werewolves knew? If the entire world knew? There would be wolves, lycans, and other supernaturals after her from even the far reaches of the globe. Others who would want to use her or claim her or…”
His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, and he didn’t finish his sentence, but I knew what he didn’t want to say out loud. That someone might try to kill me.
“The best way I can protect her is if we don’t tell anyone who she is. Or at least, anyone outside our family. Those who need to know,” Wesley concluded.
“Plus, we don’t even know for sure that I am Selene’s daughter,” I pointed out. “No reason to get everyone all excited about something that probably isn’t even true.”
“Haven…” Wes groaned.
“What? There is no proof. No conclusive evidence.”
“Your blanket?”
“Coincidence.” I shrugged.
“Lennox was convinced—“
“Yes, because his dad brainwashed him his entire life to believe if he marked me as his mate, he would be stronger and could be an alpha,” I said, exasperated. “You’re really going to take the word of a psychopath who attacked me in an alley over legitimate facts and science? Over the DNA test that confirmed I am just human?” I argued. “I mean, obviously, I don’t know what kind of tests you have that can detect supernatural DNA or whatever, but wouldn’t that show up?”
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