Page 198 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

I wasn’t sure what that said about me—that I found his violence, dominance, and possessiveness sexy. But I didn’t care.

Perhaps it was because he still regarded me as a person, as my own being. It wasn’t a possessiveness that owned, that commanded, but a possessiveness that cherished and consumed. It was a possession of equality—he was mine as much as I was his. And it was a mutual possession. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. And I’d never wanted that with anyone else.

“He claimed he didn’t know how his dad knew who she was,” Wesley told his dad with a sigh.

“What I was,” I corrected him. “He kept referring to me as a ‘what’ instead of a ‘who.’”

Twin growls played in surround sound in my ears. One from Wesley on my right and one from his dad on my left.

“We should kill him again,” Wesley snarled, moving his arm from the back of the couch to around my shoulders, pulling me further into his body.

Harrison huffed out a small laugh and shook his head.

“I’m not sorry he’s dead,” Wesley said. “I won’t apologize for letting him die. For letting Nolan kill him.”

“And I’m not asking you to,” Harrison replied. “I gave you full control of the situation with him, full control of his interrogation. It was your luna, your mate, who he attacked after all. And I am proud of how you defended your pack and your luna,” he said.

“I’m sensing a but.” Wesley sighed.

“But,” Harrison said with a slight grin and a wink at me. “We could have gotten more answers from him.”

“Like what?” I asked. “And how? Wesley said Lennox’s dad had alpha commanded him not to tell. I thought those couldn’t be broken?”

“We could have found out where the Wainwrights disappeared to and why,” Harrison told me.

I looked at Wesley and his eyes were huge. “Fuck,” he breathed, rubbing his face with his free hand.

“What’s he talking about, Wes?”

“When you told me about the things your parents did when you were growing up, I asked my dad to look into them. He found nothing incriminating, but I asked him to check again, and he did. And when he checked again, we found they’d left their house and completely disappeared. Off-grid.”

I blew out a slow breath, and Wesley rushed out, “I didn’t tell you because it was during your performances, and I didn’t want to cause a distraction. And then… well…”

And then things went to shit. But it didn’t matter that he hadn’t told me. Because, one, I had decided they weren’t worth my time and energy by that point anyway, and two, there were bigger things to worry about.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, taking his hand. “And if he couldn’t tell you about their real last name or their pack, then I doubt he’d have been able to tell you that either,” I reassured him.

“Frederick had the king on standby, ready to step in if needed,” Harrison told us. “He could have lifted the alpha command on him. He could have found out if Lennox was telling the truth about not knowing how they learned Haven’s identity.”

Wesley stiffened next to me, his eyes darting to his dad.

“It’s better this way, though,” Wesley muttered. “Yes, we would have gotten those answers from him about her birthday and their parents’ real names and packs, but...” He paused and looked down at me, where I sat tucked safely into his side, and I reached up to place my palm on his chest. “But I think it’s better if we keep her identity a secret,” he finished.

“And why is that?” Harrison asked him over the lip of his beer bottle.

Wesley frowned. “Well, people have already tried to use her—have been using her. Hiding her away and promising their son she would be his mate, so he could be an alpha. Imagine what would happen if more werewolves knew? If the entire world knew? There would be wolves, lycans, and other supernaturals after her from even the far reaches of the globe. Others who would want to use her or claim her or…”

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, and he didn’t finish his sentence, but I knew what he didn’t want to say out loud. That someone might try to kill me.

“The best way I can protect her is if we don’t tell anyone who she is. Or at least, anyone outside our family. Those who need to know,” Wesley concluded.

“Plus, we don’t even know for sure that I am Selene’s daughter,” I pointed out. “No reason to get everyone all excited about something that probably isn’t even true.”

“Haven…” Wes groaned.

“What? There is no proof. No conclusive evidence.”

“Your blanket?”

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