Page 24 of Whisper of an Alpha
He steps inside and leans down to kiss me softly, his lips lingering against mine. “I have to head to my office for a meeting with Dalton and Harrison. I’ll be back soon, okay?”
“Okay,” I reply, trying to hide my disappointment. I wish he could stay a little longer, but I know he has responsibilities.
As he leaves, I turn back to the table, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. With Jeanette by my side, I’m determined to make this ceremony everything Wyatt deserves.
“Let’s finish this,” I say, my voice filled with determination. “I want it to be perfect.”
Jeanette grins at me, and together we dive back into the details, the excitement of the upcoming Luna Ceremony igniting a fire within me. As we plan, I can’t help but dream of the future that awaits me and Wyatt — one filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.
Three hours slip away as we meticulously iron out every detail, from the guest list to the floral arrangements. I find myself lost in the rhythm of it all, my worries and fears meltingaway as I immerse myself in the planning. Each decision feels like a step closer to the life I’ve always dreamed of, and I can feel the bond between Wyatt and me strengthening with every moment.
But as the afternoon sun begins to set, a shadow of unease flickers in my mind. Wyatt’s meeting with Dalton and Harrison — that’s the one thing he hasn’t shared with me. I can’t shake the feeling that whatever they’re discussing is important, perhaps even concerning. As I glance at Jeanette, who is busy jotting down notes, I make a silent promise to myself. Once we finish up here, I’ll find a way to learn more about what’s happening in Wyatt’s world.
The day slips into evening, and just as I’m wrapping up my discussions with Jeanette, I hear the door open. Wyatt steps inside, his brow slightly furrowed, a hint of tension beneath his usual laid-back demeanor.
“Hey, how did it go?” he asks, trying to mask his worries with a smile.
“Great! We made a lot of progress,” I reply, forcing my excitement to shine through. I want to ease whatever weight he’s carrying, but I can’t deny the curiosity bubbling within me.
“Good,” he murmurs, though I can see the flicker of something else in his eyes. “I’m glad.”
“Are you okay, baby?” I venture, my heart racing with concern.
He hesitates, his gaze flicking to his mother, who is now packing up her notes. “Yeah, just a long day, Gorgeous. I’ll tell you about it later, okay?”
I nod, but my wolf stirs within me, sensing the tension that he tries to hide. “Alright,” I say, though I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something he’s not telling me.
“There is something he’s not saying and I don’t like it,” my wolf says with worry lacing her tone.
I agree, “I know. Do you think it could be Rachel, or the rouges? Neither is great honestly.”
As Jeanette bids us farewell, I take a step closer to Wyatt, reaching for his hand. “Let’s talk,” I urge, my voice soft yet insistent.
He glances at our intertwined fingers, and I can see the warmth in his gaze, but the shadows still linger. “Okay, let’s get some dinner first. I’m starving,” he replies, steering the conversation away from the weight that hangs between us.
“Alright,” I agree, though my mind is racing. I want to know what’s going on, but I also want to respect his space. Dinner seems like a good way to ease into it, a chance for us to reconnect after a busy day.
As we walk into the kitchen, I can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. The tension may be hanging in the air, but so is the love that binds us together. Whatever challenges lie ahead, I know we’ll face them side by side.
And as I watch Wyatt prepare sandwiches for dinner, a small smile on my lips, I can’t help but think that this is just the beginning of our journey together. The Luna Ceremony may be important, but it’s the love we share that will truly define our future.
So, as we sit down to eat our Turkey Clubs with chips, I take a deep breath, ready to dive into whatever conversation awaits us. “Wyatt,” I start, my heart pounding, “can we talk about your meeting?”
He pauses, his hand hovering above his plate, and for a moment, the world around us fades. I can feel the weight of his thoughts, and I know that this is the moment where we’ll either draw closer together or face the challenges ahead.
“Yeah,” he finally says, his voice steady, yet laced with an undercurrent of uncertainty. “Let’s talk.”
And just like that, as we sit down to dinner, I can feel the tide of our lives shifting. With every word exchanged, we’ll either build the future we’ve dreamed of or confront the shadows that threaten to loom over us. Either way, I know one thing for sure: together, we can face anything.
13
MAKE IT OR FAKE IT
Octavia
Wyatt’s gazeis heavy on me, a weight I can’t escape as he sets his sandwich back on the plate, the sound of porcelain clinking against porcelain echoing in the sudden silence between us. I can see it in the way he runs his hand through his chin-length hair — this isn’t going to be easy. My stomach twists in knots, a hundred questions swirling in my mind, but none of them can find their way to my lips. Instead, I chew the inside of my lip, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the dread that fills the air.
“Octavia,” he starts, his voice low and serious, “Dalton came to me today.”
