Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
My dad’s deep, commanding voice pulled me out of my mindlink conversation with my brother and my friends. We all turned to look at him as he descended the stairs, his steps hurried and his face displaying urgency.
“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I know you want to question the Wainwrights, want to get to the bottom of this, but the king is here, and he wants to speak with you now.”
“Right now?” I asked in exasperation.
“Yes, right now.” He looked around the room, and his eyes landed on Sarina and her friend. “You too,” he added, pointing at her.
She shrugged, and I sighed but followed my dad out of the cells, hand in hand with my mate, everyone following along behind us.
“Are you all right?” I asked Haven as we walked to the packhouse.
“Mostly,” she replied, squeezing my hand. “What will we tell the king?” she asked, looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes.
I swallowed and glanced back towards the others behind us, checking how close Sarina and Riven were. “I still think what I said before. That we shouldn’t tell anyone beyond those who need to know. It’s the easiest way for me to keep you safe.”
She nodded. “I agree, but can’t the king alpha command it out of you? Didn’t you say his command was the most powerful and could override the command of a pack alpha?”
I clenched my jaw, a nerve twinging at how tightly I held it closed. “Let’s just hope he doesn’t,” I gritted out, dropping her hand and wrapping my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into my side as we walked.
We all filed into my dad’s office, where King Malachi Goodrich stood near the window with Frederick. He was a tall and imposing lycan, dressed in a business suit, but I knew from our few visits to the palace as a child that underneath those clothes was an intimidating and powerful male with bulky muscles covered in tattoos.
“Alpha King Malachi,” I greeted him, nodding my head in a low bow as he turned to look at us. “You wished to see us?”
“Wesley,” he said, giving me a curt nod. “The last time I saw you, you had just had your first shift,” he reminisced, looking me over. “And you must be Haven, his future luna?” he said, turning to my mate.
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“The ballerina in Peter’s company?” he asked.
“You know Peter?” she queried.
“Everyone knows Peter.” He laughed.
“More like Peter knows everyone,” Frederick corrected. “That’s what happens when you’re an ancient, very wealthy vampire. You make connections.”
“Anyway, congratulations,” King Malachi told her with a smile. “To both of you,” he added, looking back at me.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I replied.
“Enough small talk,” he said, turning serious, the twinkle in his eyes disappearing in under a second. “I understand you have Haven’s adoptive parents in your custody and that they are unregistered wolves, or perhaps wolves using fake names?” he said. “And there are some concerns regarding the nomads near your borders, the nomads who brought them into your territory?”
“That is correct, yes,” my dad said. “Most of us feel it is too convenient that they just happened to find our future luna’s adoptive parents on our borders when we and you could not find them, try as we might,” he added, emphasizing the word “most.”
Sebastian fidgeted but didn’t shy away from my dad’s sharp glare.
“I see,” King Malachi said, his serious eyes turning to Sarina. “Step forward, please, young lady,” he commanded, his powerful aura leaking out, making everyone in the room lower their heads in submission.
Everyone except Haven.
I hadn’t even thought about that. That maybe she wouldn’t be affected by an aura because she was Selene’s daughter and technically ranked above us. All of us, even the king.
I squeezed her hand and glanced around at everyone after she met my eyes, emphasizing my submission to the king to her. Her eyes widened, and she lowered her head too, and thankfully, the king didn’t notice.
“What is your name?” he asked Sarina.
“Sarina Cisneros,” she replied.
“And what pack are you from?”
“None. We are nomads. We travel around and do jobs here and there, helping those who need it.”
“And how did you come to have a transport stone?” he asked. “My councilman here tells me you have one. They are very rare since the witches don’t like to share their secrets with other species, so how do you have one?”
“I got it from my parents.” She shrugged. “They helped out a witch, and in return, she gave them the transport stone and taught them how to calibrate it.”
“And where are your parents?”
“They are in another state, doing their own work, currently. We will meet up again at some point when all of us are finished with our work.”
“And are you working for or with the Wainwrights or Lennox’s family?” he asked her, pushing out the full extent of his aura and alpha command.
“No,” Sarina said, shaking her head. “I’d never collaborate or work with people like that. They are the worst type of people, looking out only for themselves.”
“Then who are you working for?”
“We work for the little people,” she said. “Those who have no voice and cannot stand up for themselves. But we have no ‘boss.’ We’re our own bosses.”
The king nodded and smiled, then turned to my dad and me. “Well, I believe that settles that concern?” he said.
I frowned but nodded. There was no denying the truth in the answers Sarina gave. Not when she was under an alpha command like that. We had to believe her.
“Thank you, King Malachi,” I said. “I’m sorry we didn’t believe you, Sarina,” I added, looking at her.
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?