Page 5 of Whisper of an Alpha
I nod, feeling the weight of her words. “You’re not that girl anymore, Octavia. You’re strong, and you’ve survived. You deserve to live.”
Her gaze meets mine, and I see a flicker of something — hope, maybe? “You really think so?”
“Absolutely,” I say without hesitation. “And I want you to come back to my pack with me. I know it sounds crazy, but now that I’ve met you, there’s no going back for me.”
Octavia blinks, clearly taken aback by my sudden boldness. “Wyatt, I?—”
“Just think about it,” I urge, squeezing her hand gently. “You don’t have to decide right now. I just want you to know that there’s a place for you, where you can feel safe and start fresh with me.”
We sit in silence for a moment, the soft sound of the babbling stream filling the gaps between our thoughts. I can see the gears turning in her mind, wrestling with the weight of my offer and her past.
“Okay,” she finally says, her voice steady. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good,” I reply, relief flooding through me. “That’s all I ask.”
As we dig into the picnic, I can’t help but steal glances at her, my heart swelling with feelings I never expected to have. There’s something about Octavia that draws me in, something that speaks to the part of me that’s been searching for a connection.
We talk and laugh, sharing stories and dreams, and for the first time in a long while, the weight of the world feels a little lighter. I watch as she begins to relax, her laughter ringing out like a melody, and I realize I’d do anything to keep that smile on her face.
As the sun begins to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the landscape, I know this day is just the beginning. I’m determined to show her that life beyond the diner is not only possible but beautiful. And maybe, just maybe, we can build something together that neither of us ever saw coming.
2
NEW BEGINNING
Octavia
Over the next six days,our connection has deepened as we spent more time together. I quit my job at the diner and was trying to focus on the fact I was upending the life I've known, for the mate who just found me. We talked as I packed up my small one bedroom loft above the diner. All that consisted of my life was cramped in one duffle and three boxes. Wyatt carried two of the boxes and my duffle out to his blacked out SUV as I locked up the only home I had known for the past nine years.
As we drive to what will be my new pack, I learn about Wyatt’s life as the Alpha of the Waterton Pack, nestled in the majestic Flathead Forest. He shares stories of his adventures during Alpha Camp, the challenges of leadership after taking over after his father gave up the title, and the struggles he faced with Rachel, a she-wolf from his pack who wants nothing more than to be by his side as Luna. I didn’t particularly like hearing about women he had been with before me but I couldn’t expect him to be a monk, now could I. But Wyatt only seems to haveeyes for me, and I can see the conflict within him as he navigates his responsibilities while yearning for the bond we share.
I can feel the bond grow stronger with each passing moment, and I know it won’t be long before we succumb to the chemistry that pulses between us. Catching the heated glances Wyatt keeps giving me, is making my panties uncomfortably wet.
Wyatt takesa turn down a long dirt road up to an extremely tall iron gate with what looks like cement walls leading from each side with evergreens fanning out.
With my mouth hanging open I draw in a deep breath as I say, “Wyatt, this is amazing! I can't believe you live here.”
“It’s not just me who lives here anymore, gorgeous. You will live here now too. I found you and you're mine,” he almost growls out in the sexist demand I've ever heard.
The moment we step into the pack house, I can feel the weight of tradition and history pressing down on me. It is more than just a structure; it is a living testament to generations of wolves who have come before us. The scent of pine and dry earth mingle in the air, thick with the essence of my new home. I can feel the pulse of the pack, a rhythmic thrum that resonates beneath my skin, and I know I am stepping into a world far larger than myself.
Wyatt stands beside me, a reassuring presence in a sea of uncertainty at this moment. He is a force of nature — strong, confident, and undeniably magnetic. A true alpha in every meaning. As he guides me up the winding staircase to his suite, I find myself stealing glances at him, taking in the way his broadshoulders move beneath his fitted black shirt, the way his dark hair falls just right against the bottom of his jaw. I have noticed he tucks the strands behind his ears often, and I find that I love even something as simple as that too. Wyatt is everything I have ever wanted, and yet, standing at the threshold of his world, I feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
“This is it, baby girl,” he said, pushing open the door to his suite. He hasn’t called me that before but my insides turn all gooey so it’s safe to say I like it. The room is spacious, decorated in earthy tones of greens and rusts that echo the forest outside. A large floor to ceiling window frames the breathtaking view of the moonlit woods and mountain, casting a soft glow across the polished cherry wooden floors. It feels intimate and safe at the same time, the kind of place where secrets could be shared and dreams whispered between mates.
As I step inside, the reality of what is happening settles over me like a warm blanket. He is showing me where my clothes will go, where my life will intertwine with his. I open the closet door, revealing a space just for me, hanging beside his. The sight sends a flutter of warmth through my chest. I can imagine my own clothes nestled against his, our scents combined, our lives intermingling in a beautiful tapestry of love and companionship.
“Here,” Wyatt says, nodding toward the empty drawer beside him. “Baby girl, your silky strings and stuff can go here.” There was a playful glint in his eyes, and I can’t help but smile at the thought of sharing such intimate spaces with my mate. I take a step forward, my breath hitching as I place a few delicate pieces of lace into the drawer, feeling the weight of this new chapter settling comfortably on my shoulders.
But it is when he comes up behind me that my heart races in a way that leaves me breathless. His hands slide over my shoulders, long fingers stroking softly, sending shivers down my spine. I lean into his touch instinctively, wanting more, needingmore. The warmth of his body envelopes me, grounding me in a way I have never experienced before.
“Octavia,” he murmurs, his voice low and rich, sending a thrill through me. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of his hands on me, the way he makes me feel cherished and desired all at once is mind blowing.
“Wyatt,” I breathe, turning my head slightly to catch a glimpse of his face in the dim light from the closet. The moment our eyes meet, something electric sparks between us. I can see the heat in his gaze, a hunger that I know matches my own.
And then, without hesitation, he leans in, his lips brushing against my neck. The scratch of his beard against my skin is intoxicating, igniting a fire deep within my belly. I let out a soft gasp, my body arching instinctively toward him, craving more of his touch.
His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer against his chest and upper stomach, and I feel the world around us fade away. It is just him and me, two souls entwined in a dance as old as time. I run my fingers up the back of his neck, relishing the feel of his warmth beneath my fingertips, and I tangle my hands in his hair, my heart racing with each gentle tug.
