Page 179 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

CHAPTER 60

HAVEN

“Haven! Oh my goodness, you’re all right! I was so worried.”

A head of blonde hair raced towards me down the hall as I exited the office with Nolan and Reid right behind me. Imogen’s body slammed into mine, and she hugged me tightly.

“Imogen? What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyes widening as I returned her hug. Maya came down the hall as well, and I smiled at her over Imogen’s shoulder.

“That girl Sarina drove us here the other night after you were attacked, and Sebastian brought you here,” she said. “Are you okay?” she asked as she pulled back to look at me.

“I’m okay, I guess. Yeah.” I shrugged.

“How’d you heal so quickly?” Imogen looked around at Nolan and Reid and then at Maya. “Are you… are you one of them too?”

“She knows?” I asked, glancing at Nolan.

“I saw him as a wolf,” she said, pointing at Nolan, “and then Ramón kindly explained everything to me when I panicked, thinking Nolan was the one who bit you.”

“She had to sign a contract spelled by a witch to never reveal what she knows about us to anyone who doesn’t already know about us,” Nolan explained.

“It was either that or have my memory wiped, and that didn’t sound very safe or fun, so I chose secret keeping instead!” Imogen said.

“Well, I’m not one of them,” I replied. “The doctor confirmed that I am one hundred percent human, just like I knew I was. And I won’t turn into one,” I added, anticipating her next question. “Why haven’t you gone home yet, though?”

“Well, they wanted to ask me some questions about what happened that night. And then I had to sign that magical contract. Plus, Mr. Stone isn’t letting me leave until they find the wolf who attacked you,” Imogen rushed out. “But that means we can have girl time!”

“Ooh, yes, we can go back to your place,” Maya said, clapping her hands. “Your clothes just came in since I made Wes pay extra for overnight shipping.” She looked at Nolan and Reid. “The boxes are in the packhouse entry. Can you grab them and bring them to Wes and Haven’s?”

“My… clothes?” I asked, my brow furrowing.

“Yes,” Maya said, linking her arm through mine and leading me towards the door. Reid and Nolan went to grab the boxes, and Imogen fell into step behind us. “Your mate had me order you basically an entire new wardrobe—clothes, shoes, dancewear—everything.”

I pursed my lips together to keep in the groan threatening to escape me at that information. Part of me loved that he thought about making sure I had clothing and whatever else I needed in our house. The other part of me hated that he’d spent so much money on me. Not just on the clothes, but to get them there so quickly. I would have been fine with what Reid had brought for at least a few more days.

“Don’t even try to turn down this gift from him!” Maya warned. “I worked my ass off, hunched over Wesley’s laptop all damn day yesterday, ordering this stuff for you while he built you that delightful dance studio.”

“He built you a dance studio?” Imogen asked, and I nodded. “Oh, my god, that is the most adorable thing I have ever heard. Please show me?”

“I thought you were team ‘Wesley sucks?’”

“That was Friday Imogen. Now it’s Sunday, and I am a new woman,” she said as we walked into the house. “Also, they explained the whole ‘soulmates’ thing to me and the pen pal thing in more detail, and now I’m definitely team Haveley.”

Maya snorted, and I wrinkled my brow. “Team Haveley?”

“Yeah, Haven and Wesley combined makes Haveley. Hashtag Haveley forever!” Imogen exclaimed. “That’s going to be your wedding tag. I’ve decided.”

“We’re not getting married, Imogen!”

“The way Reid explained it, you basically already are in their eyes.” She shrugged. “Now, show me this dance studio.”

“I’ll be in your room,” Maya called after us as I led Imogen down the hall.

I opened the door to my studio, and Imogen walked in, her eyes examining everything in that critical way of hers. Not because she was rude, but because she was a detail-oriented person. Because, like me, she needed to absorb even the smallest detail before making a judgment or stating her opinion.

That was probably why we didn’t get along well at first. We were too much alike. Too closed off, too focused on our careers, too hypercritical of ourselves to let others in. And our standoffish ways made others think we were unapproachable.

But I realized I needed to stop shutting everyone out. Not everyone was out to get me, to hurt me. Not these people surrounding me at Crescent Lake, at least.

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