Love Letters from an Alpha Read Free

would reject them, or at least ignore
them, but no such thing had happened—and Luther found himself writing the
letters again and again, eagerly awaiting the replies.
    Some people might have deemed it romantic, and maybe it was.
But it was also cowardly, a way to fill the hole in Luther's heart when he'd
been unable to take that final step. The whole debacle with the Lone Wolf Pack
had showed him that quite clearly. He couldn't hide behind love letters
forever. If he truly loved and respected his mate, he had to choose—either let
him live in peace as a human, or take the chance and believe.
    Tonight, he'd finally made the choice. Of course, there was
always the possibility that his mate would refuse. Correspondence was entirely
different to actually meeting someone face to face, and in Luther's eagerness,
he might have come out a bit more eager than he'd have liked. For all he knew,
his mate might be thinking that he was a stalker or an axe murderer of sorts.
    Grumbling under his breath, Luther drank down the rest of his
scotch and ordered another. As the refill arrived, a very familiar and welcome
presence joined him by the bar.
    Luther immediately turned toward his longtime friend.
"Did you deliver it?"
    Victoria nodded, her familiar dark eyes glittering with
something knowing and sad. "Of course. By now, he must have found
it." She sighed. "How long are you planning on doing this, Luther?
It's not healthy, neither for you, nor for him."
    "I know that," Luther replied quietly. "And
you know as well as I do that I had my reasons."
    "Your mother wouldn't have wanted you to shy away from
your mate because of what happened to her," Victoria whispered, her voice
barely audible despite Luther's advanced senses.
    Luther's hold on the glass tightened, and he quickly set it
down before he cracked it. The fact that Victoria had even mentioned the
delicate topic spoke volumes of her concern for Owen.
    But then, she had always made it clear that she liked the
young human. In fact, if Luther had been anyone else other than her best
friend, she'd have probably torn him apart before allowing all of this to
continue for so long. Proving his point, she continued, "I know her loss
won't ever stop hurting, but she and your father loved one another."
    "And that only earned them both death, because they were
so different," Luther couldn't help but hiss out.
    "I think that, if they had a choice, they'd say it was
worth it."
    She was right, Luther knew that. He'd always known it, even
when he'd been unable to keep his distance from Owen. Owen, who was human, like
Luther's mother had been. He'd loved her so much, and it was so easy to imagine
losing Owen the same way he'd lost her. For that reason, he'd tried so hard and
done his best to put some sort of barrier between them. He'd been truly
convinced that it was the only way to protect Owen. Now, he couldn't feel that
way anymore.
    "It's going to end tonight, V," he told his
longtime friend, "one way or another. It depends on him. It's all in his
hands."
    Victoria blinked in surprise. "What? Why? What did you
do?"
    "I asked to meet him. I want to tell him, to
explain." He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I want to do this right, V, to
start over, to give him everything he needs. He shouldn't have to take his
clothes off for a living. I know you take care of him, and I'm grateful for
that, but..."
    Victoria reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly.
"A lot of the men who work here are in trouble one way or another. You
know that the only thing I want—the only thing I've ever wanted is to help
them. But this time around, there's only so much that I can do. You're the one
that he needs."
    "Maybe," Luther whispered, "but that just
means I failed him all the more."
    Victoria didn't reply, and Luther was thankful for that. Out
of everyone in his life, she was the only one who didn't bullshit him. She
didn't blame him for his choices—she was more aware than anyone of his
reasons—but neither did she