Page 6 of Whisper of an Alpha
“Goddess, you’re beautiful,” he breaths against my skin, sending a rush of heat flooding through me. I can feel his breath, warm and tantalizing, igniting every nerve in my body.
“Wyatt…” My voice is barely a whisper, and I can hardly think through the haze of desire that envelops me.
He turns me around slowly, our bodies mere inches apart. His gaze seared into mine, filled with a mix of affection and something deeper — something primal. The connection we share is undeniable, a bond forged in the fires of our fates and solidified in this very moment.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, his voice a rough whisper, as if he is afraid I might disappear if he speaks too loudly. “Onceyou say yes, there is no going back for me. There might not be, honestly, even if you say no.”
I nod, my heart pounding in time with the rhythm of the world outside. “Mate, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
And just like that, he closes the distance between us, capturing my lips with his in a kiss that feels like destiny itself. It is gentle at first, filled with all the sweetness of new love, but quickly deepens into something fervent and all consuming. His hands roam my back, pulling me into him as if he were afraid I might slip away.
I melt against him, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the strength that surrounds me like a protective cocoon. The taste of him is absolutely intoxicating, and I can’t help but lose myself in the moment, my fingers dancing through his hair, mapping every contour of his ridiculously handsome face. The hard strokes of his tongue against mine and the gnashing of our teeth just add to the fever running through me.
Time stands still as we kiss, the world outside fading into a distant memory. All that matters is the here and now, this moment between us.Mates. I feel alive, electrified, as if every part of me is awakening for the first time.
When we finally break apart, both of us are breathless and dazed. I rest my forehead against his, our eyes searching each other in a silent exchange.
“Wow,” I breath, feeling a smile tug at my lips. “That was… incredible.”
Wyatt chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Incredible is an understatement baby,” he replies, brushing his thumb across my flushed cheek. “I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day I met you.”
My heart soars at his words, a mixture of joy and disbelief washing over me. “Really?”
“Really,” he confirms, his voice steady. “You will always be special to me, Octavia. I just didn’t know how to tell you so soon.”
I feel a blush creeping up my chest, a mix of embarrassment and delight at his confession. “You could have just kissed me at the diner,” I tease, a playful glint in my eyes.
He grins, the warmth of his smile melting away any lingering insecurities. “Well, I suppose I’ve made up for lost time then, huh Gorgeous.”
With a newfound confidence, I rise on my tiptoes to lean in closer, brushing my lips against his once more. This time, the kiss is filled with promises of what is to come — of laughter and love, of challenges faced together, and of a future that sparkles with possibilities.
As I pull away, I glance around the room, my heart swelling with a sense of belonging. This is more than just a place; it is a home, a sanctuary where I can build a life with Wyatt. I am ready to embrace it all — the love, the laughter, the adventures that await us.
In that moment, I know without a doubt that I have found my place in the world, which is right beside him. And as we stand together, surrounded by the warmth of our connection, I can’t help but feel that the best is yet to come.
The night feels alive with possibilities, and I am ready to dive headfirst into whatever adventures are on the horizon for us, hand in hand with the man who has captured my heart.
3
THE SHIRT
Octavia
"Shall we?"Wyatt murmurs, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he gestures toward the bedroom door in the suite. His voice is deep, smooth like the whiskey I can see him sometimes drinking. I nod, my mouth suddenly dry, and let him lead the way, my heart fluttering like a trapped bird.
The moment we step into the bedroom, I am enveloped in his scent, wet autumn leaves and leather. The space is adorned in deep hues matching the rest of the decor, the warm hunter green bedspread contrasting beautifully against the cream sheets. It feels inviting, like a sanctuary waiting to hold our secrets. But as I stand there, a thought crashes over me like a wave: how many women have laid in his bed before me?
Wyatt catches the fleeting shadow of doubt that must cross my face as I take one small shuffle back from the offending bed. He steps closer, his voice low and reassuring, "No one has been in this suite but you, Octavia. I promise." His emerald eyes lock onto my brown ones, conveying a depth of sincerity that makesmy heart swell. "I always took them to a guest room on the second floor or to their place. This isoursnow baby."
A wave of warmth washes over me at the word "ours." The possessiveness in his tone is both thrilling and comforting. I can see the truth in his eyes — Wyatt is different now. He’s not a free man anymore. He’s mine. I’m his mate, and nothing will change that.
"You really mean that?" I ask, needing the reassurance. I want to believe that I am more than just a fleeting moment in his life, that I am the treasure he claims I am.
"More than anything," he replies, his voice firm yet tender. "You’re my treasure, Octavia. Nobody will ever hold a candle to you."
A soft smile spreads across my face, and I feel a flutter of hope in my chest. I turn towards the bathroom so I can wash these thoughts away like they are physically clinging to my skin. I can see a future with him — one filled with laughter, love, and perhaps even a Luna Ceremony, surrounded by friends and his family. The image of children running around the pack house, trips to distant lands, and quiet evenings spent wrapped in each other’s arms fills my mind.
But the moment is interrupted as I catch Wyatt’s gaze in the mirror above the double sinks. He’s watching me, a soft look in his eyes that sends my heart racing again. I feel a blush creep up my cheeks, breaking the spell of my daydream.
