Varrie Young

Future Alpha Wesley Stone's teacher assigns his class a pen pal project with a class located in another state. The young Alpha soon finds himself forming a close snail mail friendship with a young, orphaned human girl, Haven Kenway. Over time, they lose touch, but neither forgets the other. Years pass, and Haven now lives in one of the towns near Wesley's pack. When they finally meet in person, sparks fly, and neither can resist the attraction they feel for each other. As secrets about Haven's identity are revealed, Haven and Wesley must journey to unravel the truth about who she really is, and Wesley must protect her from those who wish to use her. *Please note this book is intended for 18+. The book deals with real life issues of childhood trauma, substance abuse, neglect, hospitalization, and will have graphic scenes of violence and descriptive s*x scenes, as well as adult language*

“Sarah, you can trust me. I won’t ever be with her. You are different from all those other women. I really want to be with you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have cut off ties with all of them. Don’t you believe me now?” Sarah sobbed gently, “If you’ve accepted that it’s over with her, why do you still keep her photo in your wallet? Why do you still miss her? Don’t you see how much it’s hurting me?” Charles stared at her. “She’s just another woman from my past!” A marriage bound by a contract, and she was obliged to accept it. He was her billionaire boss, and she was his secretary. She gave him everything he wanted, but her love was neglected. When she decided to leave, he offered her a contract marriage to make her stay. However, someone else occupied his heart in this love triangle, and he couldn’t offer her anything except his talents in bed. After their marriage, she endured the pain, but scheme after scheme eroded her tolerance. Finally, she was ready to leave him, but suddenly he refused to let her go. “Sarah, have I told you that you could leave? Remember, I’m your boss. You are my secretary and my wife!” Angrily, he shouted again, “Sarah, I’m your man!” “Uh? My man?” Sarah laughed and stared at him. Tears began to slip down her cheeks. “Are you my man? Mr. President, I am just a mere possession of yours and will never be your wife! Set me free, I’m begging you!”