Page 17 of Whisper of an Alpha
As Dalton leaves, the atmosphere shifts back to the intimate tension we shared moments ago. Wyatt turns to face me, a mix of concern and determination etched on his features. “I hate that we have to deal with this right now.”
I step closer to him, reaching out to cup his bearded cheek. “I know, but we’ll get through this. Together baby, always.”
He leans into my touch, his expression softening. “You’re right. I just hate the thought of anything happening to you. I can’t lose you baby girl, my gorgeous Luna.”
“You won’t let that happen,” I assure him, heart swelling with affection for this man who carries so much responsibility on his shoulders. “You’re strong, Wyatt. You’ll protect me and our pack.”
A flicker of a smile breaks through his serious demeanor, and for a moment, the weight of the world lifts just slightly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Octavia. Just like I keep telling you, you’re my world now.”
His words wrap around my heart like a warm embrace, and I feel a surge of determination well up inside me. No matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, as mates, as a pack.
As the evening drifts on, we return to discussing the details of the Luna Ceremony, but the undercurrent of our earlier connection remains, a promise of what’s to come once the responsibilities of the pack are set aside. I can’t wait for the moment when we can lose ourselves in each other once more.
The night feels electric with potential, and as I lean into Wyatt’s side, I know that our journey together is just beginning. Together, we will forge our path, face the darkness, and celebrate the light that is our bond.
Wyatt
I sit across from Octavia,her brow furrowed in concentration. The Luna Ceremony is just around the corner, and she’s been tasked by my mother with organizing the seating arrangements.I watch her, mesmerized by the way her fingers skim over the parchment, tracing the intricate lines and names. Octavia Bellmont, the delicate wolf shifter who’s somehow managed to invade my thoughts more than I’d like to admit.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me momentarily from my reverie. I shift slightly, trying not to distract her, and retrieve the phone. The screen lights up, revealing an unknown number. My gut tightens; messages from unknown numbers often bring trouble. With a cautious glance at Octavia, I click on the message thread, curiosity getting the better of me.
Unknown
Hey, Wyatt. We need to talk. It’s urgent.
I frown, my heart racing slightly. Who is this? I glance up to see if Octavia is paying attention, but she’s still immersed in her task, her lips moving silently as she makes adjustments to the seating plan. I type a quick reply.
Me
Who is this?
Before I can put the phone back in my pocket, another message comes through.
Unknown
It’s not important who I am right now. What matters is that I have information about something important to you. You need to know this.
A chill runs down my spine. The Luna Ceremony is supposed to be a celebration, a time when our pack unites and strengthens its bonds. But there are whispers in the wind, rumors of unrestamong the other packs, and I can't shake the feeling that something dark is brewing beneath the surface.
I look over at Octavia again. Her hair, a cascade of dark waves, catches the light as she leans closer to the document. I can’t let her get caught up in whatever this is. She has enough on her plate without me dragging her into the potential chaos that might unfold.
I type back, my fingers hesitating over the keys.
Me
What do you know?
The reply comes almost instantly, as if they’ve been waiting for me to respond.
Unknown
Meet me at the old oak tree by the edge of the West territory at midnight. I’ll tell you everything then.
My heart pounds in my chest. Midnight? That’s when the wolves are at their most restless, caught between the remnants of the day and the mysteries of the night. I can't just leave Octavia here, especially not with the tension building outside these walls.
Glancing at her, I can see the determination etched on her face, the way her brow creases when she’s deep in thought. It’s both beautiful and disarming. I know she can handle herself, but I can't shake the protective instinct that flares up whenever I think of her in danger.
“You can’t just leave now”,my wolf says, as I bite my lip and I contemplate my next move.
