Page 37 of Whisper of an Alpha
I nod, trying to find solace in his words, but the gnawing fear doesn’t leave me. “I just want this to be over,” I whisper.
Harrison leans forward, his expression earnest. “When this is done, you’ll have your happily ever after. Just keep that in mind Tavia.”
I take a deep breath, trying to push away the unease. “You’re right. I need to focus on what’s coming. I can’t let Rachel take away my joy.”
As we sit in silence, the minutes stretch into what feels like hours. I pull out my phone, scrolling through the endless messages from Jeanette about the ceremony, trying to distract myself from the worry gnawing at my insides.
But just as I start to feel a hint of normalcy return, the door swings open again, and Wyatt rushes back in, his expression a mixture of triumph and urgency. “We found her!” he announces, his voice ringing with resolve.
My heart leaps, a mixture of relief and anxiety flooding my senses. “What happened?” I ask, rising to my feet.
Wyatt’s eyes are intense, filled with the fire of a man who has just fought for everything he loves. “We caught Rachel trying to escape the territory. She thought she could run, but she underestimated us.”
Harrison’s face breaks into a grin, the tension in the room easing slightly. “So what now?”
“We’re bringing her in for interrogation,” Wyatt replies, his voice steady. “She’ll face the consequences of her actions.”
I feel a sense of justice wash over me, but the weight of what’s to come settles heavily on my shoulders. “And then what?” I ask, concerned for what Rachel’s fate might be.
Wyatt steps closer, his presence grounding me. “That’s a decision for the council, but she can’t be allowed to manipulate us like this. She needs to be held accountable.”
I nod, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. The confrontation is coming, and while I know it’s necessary, a part of me wishes it could all just disappear.
“Let’s focus on the ceremony,” Harrison suggests, his tone lightening the mood. “After all, tomorrow is about you two.”
Wyatt’s gaze softens as he looks at me, and I can see the flicker of hope in his eyes. “Yes, tomorrow is about our love, and nothing will take that away from us.”
With a renewed sense of determination, I take Wyatt’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “Let’s make it unforgettable.”
Together, we step into the storm of emotions, ready to face whatever Rachel has in store for us, but knowing that our love is the strongest force of all. The Luna Ceremony awaits, and I refuse to let anything overshadow what feels like the dawn of a beautiful new chapter in our lives.
As we prepare to move forward, I can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation bubbling within me. Tomorrow, I will stand beside Wyatt as his wife, and his Luna, and no matter what happens today, that promise will guide us through the chaos. In the end, love will always prevail.
20
MY LUNA TO BE
Wyatt
I paceback and forth in the sitting room, phone pressed to my ear, the sound of Dalton’s voice echoing in the quiet space. "So you're telling me you want to interrogate her tomorrow — the day after your wedding day?" His incredulous tone slices through the tension. I can almost hear him shake his head in disbelief.
"Yeah, Dalton. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s necessary." I run a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of every decision pressing down on my shoulders. "Rachel knows things, and I can’t let her slip away. I want to know why. I need answers."
"Fine. I’ll have a warrior stationed by her cell. Most of the pack will be preoccupied with the ceremony today, but I’ll make sure she’s watched."
"Thanks, man. I appreciate it." I hang up, trying to shake off the gnawing anxiety that comes with the job. This is supposed to be a day of joy — my wedding day, the Luna Ceremony for Octavia. Everything should be perfect.
I glance at the clock. I can already sense the anticipation building in my chest, but first, I need to clear my mind. I stand up and head out of the sitting room, my feet moving almost on instinct toward the bathroom. The sound of water splashing fills the air, and I can hear Octavia humming softly, her voice a soothing balm against the chaos in my head.
I pull off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor in a careless heap. The steam from the shower wraps around me like a warm embrace as I step closer, peering through the glass wall. Octavia stands there, her silhouette illuminated by the soft, warm light. She’s a vision of beauty, her curves accentuated by the water cascading down her skin. I can’t help but let out a low, appreciative whistle.
She glances over her shoulder, a playful smile breaking across her face. "Someone’s feeling bold this morning," she teases, her voice playful and sweet.
"Can you blame me?" I smirk, pulling down my boxer briefs with a deliberate slowness that I know will draw her in. Her approving noise sends a rush of heat through me, and I step into the shower, the water enveloping me as I move behind her.
Octavia leans back against my chest, her damp dark hair brushing against my skin. The warmth radiates between us, the steam swirling around like a thick fog. I wrap my arms around her waist, feeling the softness of her under the spray. It’s grounding in a way that nothing else can be.
"Are you nervous about the ceremony and stuff?" she asks, tilting her head back to look up at me, her chocolate eyes sparkling with mischief and love.
