Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“Fifty laps! All of you!” There was a collective grumble. “One of us makes a mistake, we all make a mistake, and we all pay for it! FIFTY LAPS!” Reid yelled.
“That was a bit harsh.” I chuckled after the last trainee had passed us by.
Reid grinned. “I know. It’s fun to be the bad guy sometimes. Now I know why your dad made us do laps so much.”
“I think that was because we were little shits most of the time,” Seb pointed out.
“Nah. It was also cause your dad got off on it.”
Seb chortled, and I held back a laugh, covering my mouth.
I stayed with them for the rest of the day, giving pointers and sparring with the candidates to give them a chance to practice with someone whose fighting style they weren’t as accustomed to. I couldn’t do much since I was in jeans, but spending time with my pack mates was nice. I needed to figure out how to make more time for that, especially once I became alpha.
I took a quick shower at home once the training was over, and once I was dressed, I saw I had some texts and a missed call from Nolan, who was supposed to be picking Haven up from rehearsal to take her to meet me at Jack and Shirley’s.
Nolan: Rachel and I are here at the theater. Haven hasn’t come out yet.
Nolan: She still hasn’t come out yet, and it’s been 30 minutes
Nolan: What should we do?
I didn’t waste any time, and I dialed his number as I sped out of my house to my truck.
“What’s going on?” I growled into the phone as soon as I heard the line pick up.
“I don’t appreciate your guard dog and his chosen loitering in my theater lobby,” Peter drawled into the phone as I made my way out of the pack gate.
I made a face and glanced at my phone, checking that I had actually called Nolan and not Peter by mistake.
“Peter. Let me talk to Nolan,” I grumbled.
“She’s in her dressing room,” he continued, ignoring me. “She seemed upset, so I told her she could take as long as she needed.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“I don’t know. I try not to meddle in the lives of… my dancers.”
“Says the man who—“
“Finish that sentence, and I won’t let you in to see her,” he warned, although there was a hint of humor in his voice.
An involuntary, low-threatening rumble released from my chest, issued by my lycan without my permission.
“Interesting,” Peter mused, and I could just picture the smug little smile he got sometimes. “I’ll see you soon,
Alpha,” he teased, and then the line went dead.
I tossed my phone into the passenger seat and pushed down harder on the accelerator so I could get to my Sugar Plum.
HAVEN
I had forgotten how crazy the week leading up to opening night could be. Last week was rough, with early morning classes, rehearsals, and last-minute things being added, moved, or cut. But this week was even worse. Plus, with it being a brand new company in the area and our very first premiere, the stakes were just higher all around.
Nevertheless, Wesley had found ways to spend time with me. Saturday was a bust, as I slept in after our date, and we had rehearsal all day after that, but Sunday, we had “brunch” together, and Tuesday, he picked me up after rehearsal and drove me the walkable distance to my apartment building on his way back home from work.
But even though we spent time together when we could, and even though we’d shared that mind-blowingly amazing kiss on our date, neither of us had tried to kiss the other again. But I wanted to. Fuck, did I want to.
Kissing Wesley was so different from kissing Lennox. Or any other guy I’d been with. With others, I kissed them because that was just what you did with the person you were seeing. With Wesley, it was like waking up when he kissed me. Like I could see for the first time.
It was Wednesday, and morning class was just about to begin. I sat in front of the mirror while waiting for Anya to arrive and start barre when my phone vibrated in my bag. I grabbed it out quickly to see an incoming message from Wesley.
Bossy Pants Wes: Good Morning, Twinkle Toes
I smiled and giggled to myself. He had texted me so much since Friday night that he was bringing new meaning to “unlimited texting.”
Not that I minded. His texts were the highlight of my days, what I looked forward to during the busy days and nights of last minute rehearsals.
We bantered back and forth for a few minutes until Anya walked in, and everyone stood up to get to their spots at the barre. I quickly told Wes goodbye so I could join them.
Me: I have to work now. I will talk to you later.
Bossy Pants Wes: Bye, Twinkle Toes.
Class went by fast, and before I knew it, we were in the theater, onstage, in costume, running through the entire production.
“How do you do that?” Ramón asked as I exited into the wings.
“How do I do what?” I replied as I grabbed my water bottle from its spot on the floor.
“Well, one, you make that look so effortless. And two, I swear you’ve gotten even better since a week ago.”
I glanced over at the dancer playing Prince Désiré while sipping my water and shrugged. “I’ve put in a lot of hours since I joined here,” I told him. “Practicing extra, going to almost every Saturday class—“”That’s not it,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean, that may be part of it. But I think it has something to do with that boy you’ve been seeing.”
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?