Page 15 of Whisper of an Alpha
But then I remember Wyatt’s touch, the way he looks at me, as if I’m the only one who exists in his world. I hold onto that thought as I approach the pack house, my heart pounding with anticipation and dread.
The door swings open as I near, and I catch sight of Wyatt, deep in conversation with Dalton. His brow furrows with concentration, and I can’t help but admire how he carries himself — confident and commanding. But as I step further into the room, their conversation halts, and all eyes turn to me.
“Octavia,” Wyatt says, his expression shifting from businesslike to concerned in an instant. “Is everything okay? I could sense you were upset and worried but needed to wrap this matter up quickly. I was coming for you baby.”
I hesitate, the weight of Rachel’s words pressing heavily on my chest. But I know I can’t hide from Wyatt. Not now. Not ever.
“Can we talk?” I ask, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
“Of course gorgeous,” he replies, his gaze searching mine for any signs of distress. “What’s wrong?”
I take a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage I have. “It’s about Rachel.”
His expression darkens, and I can see the protective instinct rise within him. “What did she say to you?”
I feel a lump forming in my throat, but I push it down. “She… she said some terrible things to me at the café. About how I can’t satisfy you and how I should leave. I wish you would have told me she works there.”
Wyatt’s jaw tightens, and I can see the fury simmering just beneath the surface. “I’ll deal with her. You don’t have to worry about Rachel. I didn’t think it would be an issue seeing her because she’s usually in the kitchen, not out front. I’m sorry baby.”
“No,” I interject, my heart racing. “I don’t want you to fight my battles for me. I just… I just need you to know how I feel. I’m scared, Wyatt. Scared that I’m not enough for you.”
He steps closer, his expression softening. “You are enough. You are everything to me, Octavia. Don’t let her words get to you. She’s bitter and jealous, and she’ll say anything to hurt you. But you and I — we’re fated. That’s not something she can change, baby girl.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I feel the weight of his words settle over me like a warm blanket. “But what if she’s right? What if I can’t be what you need?”
Wyatt takes my hands in his, his touch grounding me. “You are my mate. No one else can take your place. I chose you, Octavia, and I will always choose you. You are strong, and youare worthy. You are everything I need and so much more. Don’t let anyone make you doubt that.”
His conviction washes over me, and for the first time since Rachel’s cruel words, I feel a flicker of hope. “I love you, Wyatt,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion.
“I love you too,” he replies, his thumb brushing gently across my knuckles. “And I will do whatever it takes to protect you. Rachel won’t come between us. I won’t let her.”
As the tension in the room eases, I feel a sense of clarity blossom within me. I won’t let jealousy or betrayal dictate my fate. I will fight for my love, for my place beside Wyatt.
With renewed strength, I lean into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace wrap around me like a shield against the world. Together, we can face whatever challenges await us. Together, we are unstoppable.
And as I look up into his mesmerizing eyes, I know that nothing — even Rachel’s spiteful schemes — can sever the bond we share. This is just the beginning of our journey. This is fate.
8
PARTY PLANS
Octavia
The soft,dim light of Wyatt’s office bathes everything in a gentle glow, casting shadows that dance across the walls lined with bookshelves and trophies from pack events. The air is thick with the scent of leather and pine, uniquely Wyatt — warmth, strength, and a hint of something sweet. As I lean back against the plush ink black crushed velvet of the couch, I can’t help but feel a sense of comfort being here with him.
The menu options for the Luna Ceremony scatter across my lap like colorful confetti, but my thoughts drift elsewhere. Rachel’s words from earlier linger in my mind, echoing with the weight of her concern.“If we play our cards right, we can make sure she never stands by him again. It’s time to remind him of what he’s missing.”
But what does that even mean? I glance up at Wyatt, who sits behind his large oak desk, focused on the paperwork before him. His brow is furrowed in concentration, and the sight of him — strong and determined — makes my heart race.
“Wyatt?” I ask, breaking the silence. “What do you think about cake for the reception? I was thinking something elegant, maybe vanilla with raspberry filling?”
He looks up, his eyes locking onto mine, and I see a spark flicker in his gaze. “Cake?” he muses, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I suppose that could work. But honestly, baby, I don’t think anything could ever compare to how sweet you taste.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I can’t help but bite my lip, trying to mask the flutter of excitement that rolls through me. “Wyatt, stop.” But the playful reprimand falls flat against the underlying thrill of his words.
He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, an amused expression playing on his lips. “I’m serious, Octavia. Ever since last night, I can’t stop thinking about how you felt under me. My wolf — he’s been restless, craving you. I want a repeat. Now.”
My breath hitches at the raw honesty in his voice. The memory of last night floods my mind — his body against mine, the heat of his skin, the way we melted into each other. It’s intoxicating, and I can feel my body responding, yearning for more.
