Page 16 of Whisper of an Alpha
He stands up from behind the desk and strides toward me with a predatory grace, and I drop the menu options to the ground, suddenly feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated.
“Wyatt—” I begin, but the words die on my lips when he comes to a stop beside the couch, looking down at me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
Without a word, he bends at the waist, sweeping me into his arms effortlessly. I let out a small gasp as he cradles me against his chest, and my thighs instinctively wrap around his waist as he sits on the couch.
“Wyatt,” I breathe, a mix of surprise and delight coursing through me.
He doesn’t respond verbally; instead, he captures my lips with his, kissing me deeply. The world around us fades, leaving only the taste of him — warm and intoxicating — as he slides his calloused hand around the side of my neck. His thumb brushes over his bite mark on my skin, igniting a fire that consumes me from the inside out.
I can feel his wolf, wild and untamed, begging for closeness, and I respond instinctively, deepening the kiss as my fingers tangle in his dark thick hair. The kiss is electric, a connection that transcends the physical, binding us in a way that feels profound and necessary each time.
But just as the kiss grows more heated, he pulls back slightly, his breath mingling with mine, eyes darkened with desire. “I want you, Octavia,” he says, voice low and husky. “I want you like this, always.”
I look into his eyes, seeing the truth behind his words, and my heart races. I’ve never felt so wanted, so desired. “I want you too, Wyatt,” I admit, heart racing. “But we have to focus on the ceremony. It’s important for the pack. Time for naked romps tonight, baby.”
He groans, frustration mixed with longing. “The ceremony can wait. What I need right now isyou.”
The tension hangs between us, thick and palpable, but I know we can’t forget our responsibilities. “Just a little longer?” I plead, though my voice is shaky.
Wyatt’s gaze softens, and he brushes his thumb over my cheek, his expression shifting from hunger to understanding. “Alright, just a little longer. But you have to promise me we’ll revisit this.”
A smile breaks across my face, and I nod, feeling emboldened. “I promise my Alpha.”
He leans in to kiss me again, and I sink into it, allowing the world to fade away once more. The weight of our roles hangsover us like a storm cloud, but in this moment, it’s just the two of us, lost in each other’s arms, tangled in our desires. Just two mates.
As the kiss deepens, I can’t help but think about the future — the Luna Ceremony, the pack, our bond. Everything seems to converge at this moment.
Just as I’m about to lose myself completely, a knock on the door pulls us back to reality. Wyatt pulls away, frustration flickering across his features. “What now?”
“Alpha Wyatt? It’s Dalton,” a voice calls from outside. “We need to discuss the security arrangements for the ceremony.”
Wyatt groans, running a hand through his hair. “Can’t they see I’m busy?”
I can’t help but chuckle as he scowls, but I know the pack’s needs come first. “You should probably let him in,” I suggest gently. “We can’t ignore our responsibilities and everyone else in the world as much as we want to at the moment.”
Wyatt exhales sharply, clearly torn between desire and duty, but he nods reluctantly. “You’re right, Gorgeous.”
He stands, setting me back down on the couch as he walks to the door. I watch him, a mix of admiration and longing swelling within me. He’s a leader, strong and unwavering, but he’s alsomine.
As he opens the door, Beta Dalton steps in, his demeanor professional, but I can sense the tension in the air. He glances between Wyatt and me, a knowing look passing over his face. “Am I interrupting?”
Wyatt narrows his eyes but says nothing, and I feel a rush of embarrassment wash over me. “No, not at all,” I reply, trying to sound casual as I smooth my hair down at the sides.
“Good,” Dalton continues, unfazed by the tension. “We need to finalize the details for the ceremony and ensure everythingruns smoothly. There’s been some discussion about potential threats during the event.”
Wyatt’s expression hardens, and I can see the protective instinct surge in him. “What kind of threats?”
Dalton shifts slightly, glancing at me before responding. “There have been whispers of unrest among some of the neighboring packs. They might see this ceremony as an opportunity to make a statement.”
The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air. The Luna Ceremony is not just a celebration; it’s a declaration of power and unity. If there are threats lurking in the shadows, we need to be prepared.
“Then we’ll increase our security measures,” Wyatt says firmly, his voice cutting through any uncertainty. “I won’t let anything disrupt this ceremony or put Octavia in danger.”
I feel a swell of pride at his words, knowing how fiercely he protects those he cares about. Those that he loves. But there’s also a flicker of fear in my chest. What if something does happen?
Dalton nods, taking notes as he speaks. “I’ll coordinate with the guards and warriors to ensure we have a solid plan in place. We can’t afford any mistakes with our Luna.”
“Good,” Wyatt replies, his jaw clenched. “Keep me updated.”
