Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
I tilted my face up to his and let him kiss me, matching the slow, gentle movements of his lips. Warmth and love filled me as he held me. I leaned back, meeting his eyes. They twinkled and glistened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but someone pulled me away from him and into the waiting crowd of fans.
“Luna!” Reid cheered, hugging me and spinning me around. “Everyone is here to see you, so you need to say hello to them first before you finish your night in the alpha’s arms. Sound like a plan?”
“Everyone?” I asked, looking at his laughing face.
“Yeah. The entire pack is here!”
I spent the next I don’t even know how many minutes being greeted and congratulated by everyone in the pack. I thought Reid was exaggerating, but he was not. The entirety of Crescent Lake was at the theater, and the only people in the audience who weren’t pack members were my family and Imogen.
“Congratulations, Luna Haven,” Harrison said as I finally reached him and Emily. “You are truly a talented dancer,” he added.
“Thank you,” I replied, hugging them both.
“Dad,” Wesley said, his arm snaking around my waist and tugging me to his side. “Can I steal my luna for a moment, please?”
His lips met the top of my head, and I leaned back into his strong, solid chest, breathing him in.
“Of course, Alpha Wesley,” Harrison replied with a wink.
Wesley led me away, still holding me by my waist. We wandered around the building and into the garden where the company hosted the gala last year. It was just as beautiful and magical tonight as it was that night. Perhaps even more so since there wasn’t a party set up within it, and its natural beauty was on display.
“I have something for you,” Wesley murmured as he sat us down on a bench.
“You didn’t need to get me anything,” I told him.
“I know I didn’t need to, but I wanted to,” he said.
He let go of me and reached under the bench, pulling out a small rectangular wooden box. I raised my brow at him, and he smiled.
“Here,” he said, handing it to me.
The wood was dark and smooth, except for the very center where my name had been stamped into it with a crescent moon behind a redwood tree next to it, the symbol of our pack. I ran my hand over it, feeling the ridges and dips of the letters, marveling at the beauty of its simplicity.
“What’s inside it?” I asked, lifting the lid.
But he didn’t need to answer. Inside was a stack of letters, letters all addressed to me.
“I’ve been writing them over the last year,” he admitted, his cheeks turning pink. “I’ve been saving them. To give to you at the right time.”
“And what makes this the right time?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” He chuckled, wiping his hands on his black pants.
I raised my brow but went ahead and opened the first one and read it to myself.
Dear Pen Pal,
I saw you for the first time tonight. Of course, I had seen you before, in photos, when we were just kids, but we’re not kids anymore. You’re definitely not a kid anymore.
You are… you are beautiful. You took my breath away. Not just because I was so shocked to see you in Crescent Lake, but because you grew up to be lovelier than I ever even imagined.
Don’t take that the wrong way. Because even in those imaginings, in those dreams I had of meeting you as an adult, you were beautiful. But those imaginings of you were incomparable to the real thing. The real you.
You are so different. You look different from your picture when you were nine, but you also act a little different from what I remember from our letters. I know twelve years have gone by since then, but clearly, a lot has happened to you in that time to make you the way you are now.
There is so much I want to tell you and ask you. I want to know everything I missed while we lost touch. I want you to know everything you missed while we lost touch. One morning of coffee is not going to be enough to make up for all the time we lost, Haven, but it is a start.
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
Your Friend,
Wesley
I smiled as I read it and I remembered that night, the night we saw each other for the first time. Then I read the next one.
Dear Haven,
I am sorry. I’m sorry I failed you all those years ago. I wish I could have been there for you when you needed me. I wish I could go back and change it all. Change what happened to you. What happened to Jack. Change everything so you would still be with them, and we would still be friends.
But I can’t do that. All I can do is apologize. Apologize, and do what I can now to prove to you that I have always been on your side, in your corner, supporting you and fighting for you. And hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and let me back in.
Because I’m not giving up on you, Haven. You may be hiding behind thick, solid walls you’ve built around yourself and your heart, but I know the real you is still in there. And maybe the you that’s in there is still hurting, still a little broken, but I will be there for you in the way I couldn’t be before, the way I should have been before.
So don’t give up on me, Haven.
Not yet.
Your Friend,
Wesley
My cheeks heated, and I glanced at him. “I never did apologize for treating you the way I did,” I said, covering his hand with mine.
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