Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“You were hurt. And angry. And trying to protect yourself from being hurt again.” He shrugged. “I understood.”
I leaned over and kissed him, a brief peck, then read the next one.
Dear Twinkle Toes,
When I asked you on a date, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting.
I mean, I was obviously expecting us to have dinner. To talk and catch up and relearn everything about each other. To spend an evening with each other and see where things went, see if there was something between us.
But I wasn’t expecting… well, you, I guess.
You truly are something unique. Something unexpected. You have brought light back into my life when I didn’t even realize the light was missing. You make me want to be a better man because I want to be that man for you.
Although I will admit, it was very difficult for me to leave you at the end. Because I wanted to stay with you.
No, scratch that. I wanted you to come home with me.
I know that all sounds very forward and very much too fast, but I won’t lie to you. That was what I wanted. I want you to come home with me every night. I want to be your safe place. You deserve so much more than the hand life has dealt you, and I will do whatever I can to provide that for you, to give you the life you deserve.
When you’re ready. Because I know you’re not there yet. Not like I am. So I will wait. I will wait for you to be ready.
Your Boyfriend,
Wesley
“Pretty presumptuous of you to call yourself my boyfriend after one date,” I teased, turning the paper towards him.
“Just keep reading.” He laughed, shaking his head and handing me the next letter in the stack.
I opened it and pulled it out, keeping my eyes on him until the last second.
Dear Twinkle Toes,
I am speechless. Or, I was speechless. I have words now, obviously, since I’m writing them down to you in this letter.
Shit, that’s not the point.
I told you already how I know nothing about ballet, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, and that was the truth.
You lit up the entire stage. Not just with your dancing but with your smile and your stage presence. You truly have a gift. Watching you perform was like watching magic coming to life. You were graceful and elegant and beautiful and exquisite and breathtaking and…
And I am out of adjectives. But any others you can think of, you were all of those too.
I can’t wait to watch you up on that stage for every performance. Not just for this ballet but for all of them. For every ballet you ever dance in.
I may have missed twelve years of performances, but I won’t miss anymore. I will be at every single one, sitting in that theater with a bouquet of flowers for you, cheering louder than anyone else when you take your bow.
All of them.
For the rest of our lives.
Love,
Wesley
I didn’t say anything to him after that one, but my heart grew, and my eyes watered. Even then, even after only a week together, he was planning our future. Like some instinctive part of him already knew we were meant to be together, that I was his mate.
With shaky hands, I opened the next.
Dear Sugar Plum,
I’m sorry. Again. I failed you. Again. I keep failing you, keep almost losing you.
But not again. I’m not losing you again.
I know you don’t fully comprehend what it means to be mates, what the mate bond means to wolves, but I’m going to show you. It’s not just a magical connection that tells me I have to be with you. It’s more than that.
Yes, a lot of times it starts as that. For a lot of mated pairs, that’s how they meet. By learning Selene fated them to be together. But that’s not the case for us. For you and me.
Because I already knew I wanted forever with you. I had already chosen you. I wanted you to be my mate even if we weren’t mates by fate. I had already pictured a future with you, a life with you. A future with us together through it all, through thick and thin, through good times and bad, through heartache and triumph.
So take all the time you need to be mad at me. It’s not the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last time. I’ll be right here, ready and waiting with open arms when you’re ready to forgive me.
And if you want to reject me, well, I will accept that too. I will never force you to do something you don’t want. I will never keep you from living your life.
I just hope you want to live that life with me at your side.
Love,
Wesley
My hand reached for his, my throat tight. Too tight to say anything to him, too tight for my voice to come out. He took my hand and squeezed it, holding on as I continued through the stack.
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