Page 33 of Whisper of an Alpha
“Octavia,” he breathes, relief flooding his features. He strides toward me, and I can feel the magnetic pull between us, the connection that has always defined our relationship.
“I need to talk to you,” I say, my eyes locking onto his emerald gaze that melts my insides every time I see them.
“Is it about Rachel?” he asks, his voice heavy with concern.
“Yes,” I reply, taking a deep breath. “But it’s also aboutus.”
As I stand before him, I realize that this is the moment we both need. The truth is messy, but it’s ours to navigate together. I take a step closer, ready to bridge the gap between us, ready to fight for my love.
“Let’s figure this out,” I say, my voice steady. “Together.”
And just like that, I know we’re on the brink of something monumental. The journey ahead may be fraught with challenges, but I refuse to walk away. Not now, not ever. The bond between us is worth fighting for, and I’m ready to claim my place at his side.
As we stand together, I realize that love, in all its imperfect glory, is a force to be reckoned with. And I won’t back down. Not for Rachel, not for anyone. I am Octavia Bellmont, and I will fight for my mate. I will soon be Octavia Saltman, Luna of Waterton Pack.
18
MAKING UP IS THE BEST
Octavia
I stand there,heart racing, as Wyatt touches the side of my neck, right where his mate mark is — his fingers barely grazing my skin, but it feels electric. A shiver runs through me, igniting a fire that has been dormant for far too long. His gaze pierces through me, questioning, searching. “Are you coming back to me mate, or am I dreaming?” His voice is low, filled with such vulnerability that it nearly breaks me.
I want to laugh at how cute he sounds, but the emotion welling up inside me is too powerful. Ever since we met, I’ve been caught up in a whirlwind of confusion and fear. Am I truly here? Am I real? I take a deep breath, steadying myself against the storm of emotions. “I’m real, Wyatt. I’m standing right in front of you.” The words tumble out, sincere and desperate, like a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters.
His eyes soften, but the pain is still there, lurking beneath the surface. It’s a wound that hasn’t healed since Rachel announced her pregnancy, a reality that shattered the world we built together. The silence stretches between us, heavy andsuffocating, until he clasps his hand around the front of my neck, pulling me closer. I can feel his heart racing, matching my own, and before I know it, I’m lost in the warmth of his embrace.
Then he kisses me, and it’s more than just a kiss. It’s a declaration, a promise, a desperate grasp at hope. It’s bruising, overwhelming, like he’s trying to draw every piece of me back into him. I melt into it, into him, feeling the world around us fade away. I can feel his strength, his need, and it ignites something primal inside me. My legs involuntarily wrap around his waist as he lifts me, holding me tightly against him, and I can’t help but laugh, startled by his sudden movement, against his lips.
“I’ve been empty without you,” he breathes against my mouth when he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine. “I need you like I need air. You’re my world, Octavia. I can’t be without you.”
His words flood me with warmth, and I can feel my wolf inside me purring, ready to leap into this moment with both feet. “Take me to our room, baby,” I tell him, my voice a whisper but filled with determination. “I won’t stay away from you another night.”
With a flash of relief and something else — something deeper and more primal — Wyatt nods, and I can see the resolve in his eyes. He turns, carrying me through the pack house like I weigh nothing. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent that is uniquely him — pine with hints of worn leather, warm, and safe. It feels like home.
As we ascend to the Alpha Floor, every kiss he places against my cheeks and neck sends ripples of warmth through me, sparking desires I thought I had buried for the time being. I glance up at him, the way his jaw tenses with each step, the way his muscles ripple beneath my thighs. It’s intoxicating, a heady mix of longing and love that I can’t ignore.
Wyatt reaches our suite, and I feel a thrill of anticipation. He sets me gently on my feet, but he doesn’t let go. His hands linger on my waist, just above the curve of my hips. I can feel the heat radiating between us, an invisible thread pulling us closer. “I’ve missed this baby girl,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin.
“I’ve missedus,” I reply, gazing into his eyes, searching for the remnants of the connection we once had. “I want to go back to how we were before everything happened a few days ago.”
His expression darkens slightly, but he nods, determination flickering in his gaze. “We will,” he promises. “But we have to talk about Rachel. I need you to understand that I never chose her. You’ve always been my first choice, Octavia.”
I swallow hard, the weight of his words settling over me. “I know,” I say softly, my heart aching with the truth of it. “But it still hurts. We were supposed to be together.”
Wyatt pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me as if I might slip away again. “I’ll do everything in my power to make this right. Just give me a chance, please don’t reject me.”
His confession ignites a flicker of hope within me, but I know that rebuilding the trust we had won’t be easy. I nod, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, the steady rhythm of his heart echoing in my ears. “I’m willing to try,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
As he kisses me again, this time softer, more reverent, I lose myself in the sensation. There’s something electric about being in his arms, something that makes the world outside fade into oblivion. The kiss deepens, and I can feel all the pent-up emotions flooding between us — desire, longing, love, and a hint of desperation.
I pull back slightly, breathless. “Wyatt…”
“I know,” he interrupts, his eyes fierce. “Let’s just enjoy this moment, baby girl. We’ll figure everything else out later.”
I nod, feeling a smile tugging at my lips, and I can’t help the laughter bubbling up inside me. “You’re right. We’ve already wasted too much time.”
He grins at me, and it’s like the sun breaking through a stormy sky. In this moment, everything feels possible again. We step into the bedroom, and I glance around, trying to take in the familiar surroundings — the soft glow of the lamps, the plush bedding, the scent ofhimlingering in the air.
