Page 39 of Whisper of an Alpha
“I love to hear you beg me, baby girl. But there is no need right now because I’m going to have you coming so hard that stars explode in your vision,” I promise and her body starts to quiver as I begin to rotate my hips.
I pull back and then surge forward, thrusting hard as I pick up a punishing pace. Each drive of my cock in her wet pussy has me flying higher than I ever knew I could.
Octavia reaches between us and her fingers find her clit. Her cunt tightens, spasming around my length and I can’t help the growl that slips out.
“Fuck, fuck, baby. You’re so goddamned tight,” I grit out against the side of her neck as my breath becomes more erratic.
She screams as she goes over the edge, coming so hard I feel her squirt all over my thighs and lower stomach.
“Tavia.. Fuck.. I love you, baby,” I choke out and my cock jerks inside her as I start to come. My knot swelling inside her.
“I love you too, my Alpha,” she whispers in my ear and I moan.
I can feel my cum leaking out of her before I even pull out. “I’ll always take care of you, baby girl. My everything,” I whisper back to her.
I look into her eyes, the nagging thoughts about Rachel creep back in. I try to push them away, to focus on the warmth of our connection, but the reality of my responsibilities weighs heavily on my mind. My knot releases and we are able to break apart.
"Let’s get cleaned up and ready," I say reluctantly, pulling away as the shower continues to pour behind us. “We have a wedding to get to, future wife.”
Octavia nods, but I can see the concern in her eyes and still trying to catch her breath. She knows me too well. "You’re going to handle everything, right? I mean, you don’t have to do it all alone, you know."
I shake my head, trying to brush it off. "I’ll be fine, baby. Just excited to have your Luna Ceremony and tie the knot with you."
As we finish showering, again, and step out, I can’t shake the feeling that this day — this perfect, beautiful day — might just end up being more complicated than I anticipated. But in the moments spent with Octavia, I remind myself that love is worth fighting for, and that’s what matters most.
With a shared smile and a lingering kiss, we step into the next chapter of our lives, ready to face whatever comes next — together.
21
CEREMONY AND A PLAN
Wyatt
The airin the packhouse is thick with anticipation. In just two hours, I will stand before our family and friends, pledging my life to Octavia Bellmont, my fated mate, my Luna. The thought fills me with elation, a warmth spreading through my chest like the first rays of dawn. But then, an ice-cold shiver races down my spine, shattering the moment. Harrison, my Gamma, bursts into the room, his face a mask of grim purpose.
“Wyatt,” he breathes, urgency lacing his voice. “We have a situation.”
I straighten, my heart pounding. “What happened?”
“Octavia… she was attacked,” Harrison gasps, his words striking me like a physical blow. “A warrior claimed he was following your orders to secure her. But it’s suspicious, Wyatt. I think you need to hear the rest.”
The world around me tilts as fury ignites within me. How could anyone dare touch her? “Where is she?” I demand, barely able to contain my rage. The thought of anyone harming her, especially under my name, makes my blood boil.
“Dalton is looking for her now,” Harrison replies, his eyes darting to the floor as if searching for answers among the wooden planks.
“Get the warrior,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “Lock him up. I want answers.”
Harrison nods, but I can see the hesitation in his eyes. “Wyatt?—”
“Now, Harrison!” I roar, the sound echoing in the room, a growl that leaves no room for argument. He nods and rushes out, and the moment he leaves, I feel the weight of the world crashing down on me. I pace the room, my mind a storm as I replay the words I heard about Rachel’s plan to fake a pregnancy and break my bond with Octavia. Rachel was supposed to be in a cell. How did she get out?
I shove my hands into my hair, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety. But as the minutes tick by, each second feels like an eternity.
Eventually, Dalton bursts into the dungeon, where I’m waiting, pacing like a caged animal. There’s a look of concern on his face, and my heart sinks. “Dalton?” I ask, my voice trembling. “You found her?”
He shakes his head, and my stomach drops. “I searched the suite. She’s not there.”
“Where is she?” I demand, my hands curling into fists. “You have to find her! She has to be here!”
