Page 90 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“I’ll take the double fudge brownie sundae with an extra brownie and an extra scoop of peanut butter ice cream,” Maddie said.

“You can’t possibly eat that whole thing!” I laughed, shaking my head.

“I told you the other day, Wes, I’m a growing…” She glanced at Haven and then continued, “Growing girl. I need ALL the scoops.” I rolled my eyes. “Also, challenge accepted.”

“No, Madeleine Renae, that is WAY too much sugar!” my mom exclaimed.

“Come on, Em, it’s a treat!” Dad replied, chuckling and hugging her like I was hugging Haven.

She sighed but relented, nodding her head.

“Yes!” Maddie cheered, jumping into the air.

“What the fuck? You would not have ever let me order something like that?!”

Maddie stuck her tongue out at me as she slid by to go sit back down, and without thinking, I did it back.

“Children! We have company!” my mom scolded.

“She started it!” I pointed out.

“But you’re twenty-four, you know better,” she admonished.

I gritted my teeth together and grumbled out a string of incoherent mutterings as Haven’s body shook next to me, her hand covering her mouth as she laughed.

My face heated, and I bent my head down to hers. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“That was so entertaining.” She chuckled. “You two are adorable,” she added, patting my chest.

“Adorable?” I smirked, then nipped at her ear. “I don’t think anyone has called me adorable since I was twelve.”

“Well, I just did,” she chirped, turning and pecking me on the lips.

Her mouth was gone from mine way too soon, and I missed the feel and taste of her. She was like a drug, and I was slowly but surely becoming addicted to the high she gave me.

“What did you want to order?” I asked her, pulling her body in front of mine and resting my chin on her head.

“I’m honestly not sure,” she said, shrugging. “What do you usually get?”

“The cookies and cream milkshake,” I told her, pointing to the picture on the menu. “It’s their specialty.”

Her eyes widened when she saw the large milkshake with two Oreos tucked into the mound of whipped cream on the top.

“Oh shit, I would not be able to finish that on my own!”

“We could share it?” I offered, my lycan perking his ears up at that. “I don’t mind not having one to myself.”

She tilted her head back to look up at me, and I kissed her nose just after she nodded at me. My lycan leaped with joy, excited that she was allowing us to provide for her, even if it was just ice cream.

“One cookies and cream dream milkshake with two straws,” I said to the cashier, then I led Haven to the table with my family.

“Don’t we need to pay?” Haven asked, whispering in my ear.

“We own the shop,” I said back.

“Oh,” she said, looking around the 50s-themed ice cream parlor, her eyes taking it all in. “It’s very cute,” she told my parents as she finished her perusal.

“Thank you!” Mom said.

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