Page 237 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“I’ll meet you at the stage door,” he told me. “Take your time.”

I didn’t listen, though. I rushed off the stage to my dressing room, where Maya helped me change out of my tutu and into a long-sleeved, fitted dark purple dress. Then I was down the stairs and heading out the stage door before most of the other company members were even in their dressing rooms to change.

Unlike that first night, the night of our premiere, I didn’t mingle with the crowd. I had a one-track mind.

Wesley.

His scent hit me as soon as the stage door opened, and his smiling face came into my eyes. My own smile grew, and I pranced down the steps and into his arms.

“Just beautiful,” he murmured, holding me tightly. “My Sugar Plum.”

I tilted my face up to his and let him kiss me, matching the slow, gentle movements of his lips. Warmth and love filled me as he held me. I leaned back, meeting his eyes. They twinkled and glistened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but someone pulled me away from him and into the waiting crowd of fans.

“Luna!” Reid cheered, hugging me and spinning me around. “Everyone is here to see you, so you need to say hello to them first before you finish your night in the alpha’s arms. Sound like a plan?”

“Everyone?” I asked, looking at his laughing face.

“Yeah. The entire pack is here!”

I spent the next I don’t even know how many minutes being greeted and congratulated by everyone in the pack. I thought Reid was exaggerating, but he was not. The entirety of Crescent Lake was at the theater, and the only people in the audience who weren’t pack members were my family and Imogen.

“Congratulations, Luna Haven,” Harrison said as I finally reached him and Emily. “You are truly a talented dancer,” he added.

“Thank you,” I replied, hugging them both.

“Dad,” Wesley said, his arm snaking around my waist and tugging me to his side. “Can I steal my luna for a moment, please?”

His lips met the top of my head, and I leaned back into his strong, solid chest, breathing him in.

“Of course, Alpha Wesley,” Harrison replied with a wink.

Wesley led me away, still holding me by my waist. We wandered around the building and into the garden where the company hosted the gala last year. It was just as beautiful and magical tonight as it was that night. Perhaps even more so since there wasn’t a party set up within it, and its natural beauty was on display.

“I have something for you,” Wesley murmured as he sat us down on a bench.

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” I told him.

“I know I didn’t need to, but I wanted to,” he said.

He let go of me and reached under the bench, pulling out a small rectangular wooden box. I raised my brow at him, and he smiled.

“Here,” he said, handing it to me.

The wood was dark and smooth, except for the very center where my name had been stamped into it with a crescent moon behind a redwood tree next to it, the symbol of our pack. I ran my hand over it, feeling the ridges and dips of the letters, marveling at the beauty of its simplicity.

“What’s inside it?” I asked, lifting the lid.

But he didn’t need to answer. Inside was a stack of letters, letters all addressed to me.

“I’ve been writing them over the last year,” he admitted, his cheeks turning pink. “I’ve been saving them. To give to you at the right time.”

“And what makes this the right time?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” He chuckled, wiping his hands on his black pants.

I raised my brow but went ahead and opened the first one and read it to myself.

Dear Pen Pal,

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