Page 139 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“Have you heard anything?” Nolan asked me.

I glanced at him. He sat across from me, toying with his own drink and not really drinking it.

The dark circles under his eyes told me enough about how he and his wolf felt about the whole situation. We’d all become protective of Haven when Wesley used to write to her, and even more so now that we’d gotten to meet her.

The way it all ended up playing out thrilled none of us. We just had to hope she would forgive Wesley and his dumbass decisions.

“Nope,” I told him, taking a small swig. “It should all be done by now, but who knows what kind of shit Pierce might try to pull on us.”

Nolan nodded and stared back at his drink, reverting to his own thoughts, the same as we both had been all night.

“Well, hello there, Pretty Boy and Pretty Boy’s friend.”

I lifted my head, and my gaze met two big brown eyes framed with long lashes.

Sarina.

And then, just as quickly as I’d met her eyes, I averted mine, looking over to Nolan to gauge his reception of her. He was the only one of us who hadn’t met her yet.

He didn’t even react to her, though, beyond a nod of his head. “Nolan,” he said to her, holding out his hand so she could shake it.

“Sarina,” she replied, her lips curling into a smile.

She slid into our booth, scooting close to me. I clenched my jaw but stayed in my spot, even though I wanted to scoot away from her.

I wasn’t sure why, but that little rogue drove me crazy. Every interaction we had made my irritation with her jump another level. Maybe because she took me out so easily. It had been a minute since someone had gotten the jump on me like that.

“How’d you get in here?” I asked her, raising a brow. “You’re not even twenty-one.”

“Fake ID,” she said, shrugging her exposed shoulders.

I frowned. We’d need to have a chat with our employees about how to spot a fake.

“Relax, Pretty. It’s not a big deal,” she said, reaching out and patting my cheek.

I shut my eyes and exhaled through my nose, my hand tightening on my glass. When I opened them, she still stared at me, a little smile playing on her full lips.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I grumbled, glaring at her.

“I paid the cover fee, just like everyone else,” she replied, batting those long eyelashes.

As if that would work on me. I wasn’t Reid.

Maybe that was the reason she annoyed me so much. She was literally a female version of Reid. Flirty and touchy and aware of how attractive almost everyone found her.

“I meant up here. VIP area. It’s private,” I grunted.

“We rented the other booth,” she replied.

A small growl vibrated in my chest, and I stared at her. She just stared right back, her lips wrapping around the straw of her pink, fruity, girly drink.

I was ready to tell her to move to her own booth when I got an idea. I glanced at Nolan, then turned to Sarina. “Want to help us with something tonight?”

“I don’t do threesomes,” she replied with a glint in her eyes.

I flinched back, blinked, and shook my head at her. “That’s not even—” She laughed, her chin tilting up to the ceiling and her eyes squeezing shut. I exhaled and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Can you, um… keep an eye on a friend for us?”

She looked between Nolan and me. “Your friend or his?” she asked, turning serious.

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