Page 7 of Whisper of an Alpha
"What?" I ask, a teasing lilt in my voice.
“Just thinking how gorgeous you are,” he replies, and my breath hitches at the sincerity in his tone. Nobody has ever talked to me this way.
I look away, feeling a mix of shyness and pride swell within me. “I think I need to change for bed and brush my teeth. We’ve had a long day moving my things.”
"Of course," he says with a nod, but then his eyes glint with mischief. "Will you wear one of my shirts to sleep in? My wolf is restless, demanding our scent on you."
I can’t help but giggle at how adorably endearing he is right now. “You’re lucky I find you charming, Saltman.” I walk over to the closet, pulling open the doors to reveal a treasure trove of his clothing. The scent of him envelops me as I sift through the fabric to find my prize for the night.
I finda soft faded blue long sleeve t-shirt that spills over my fingers like liquid sky. I hold it up to my chest, feeling the warmth radiate from the fabric. “How about this one?”
Wyatt’s eyes light up, and he takes a step closer, his gaze fixed on the shirt. “Perfect choice. You’ll smell like me, baby, and that’ll drive my wolf wild.”
His expression is both possessive and playful, and I can’t help but smile at the thought. I slip into the bathroom to change, the shirt hanging loosely on my frame. The fabric brushes against my thighs, and I feel a rush of comfort. I glance at myself in the mirror, my long dark hair tousled and wild, the shirt swallowing me whole.
After brushing my teeth, I step back into the bedroom, where Wyatt is waiting, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His gaze travels over me, and the heat in his eyes sends a thrill down my spine.
“You look incredible,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.
“Thank you,” I reply, my heart fluttering in response. “I feel comfy cozy.”
“Come here,” he beckons, and I find myself gravitating toward him, a moth to a flame.
As I reach his side, he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close. The warmth radiating from him is intoxicating, and I nestle into his side, breathing him in. We stand there for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s presence.
“Have you thought about what comes next for us?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze turns serious, and he tilts my chin up with his index finger so I’m looking directly into his eyes. “I have. I want to build a life with you, Octavia. A real one. I want to go on adventures, explore the world, and create memories.”
The sincerity in his words sends a rush of warmth through my veins. “And children?” I ask, my heart racing at the thought.
Wyatt’s expression softens further. “Definitely. I want to have a family with you. I can already picture it — us, in a home filled with laughter, the pitter-patter of little feet. Hopefully a little girl who has your chocolate brown eyes and button nose. You’ll be an amazing mother, baby girl.”
A warmth blossoms in my chest, and I can’t help but smile at the thought. “You think so?”
“Without a doubt. You have a heart full of love, and we’ll give our children the best life possible,” he assures me, his thumb brushing gently over my cheek.
We settle into the bed, the soft mattress enveloping us as we lay on our sides, facing each other. The room is dimly lit by the moonlight, shadows flickering against the walls, creating an intimate atmosphere that feels like it’s just for us.
“Tell me about your dreams,” I urge. “What do you envision?”
Wyatt rolls on his back, contemplating my question. “I want to travel. I want to see the world, introduce you to all the places I have found and love. We could go to the mountains, hikeunder the stars, or wander through ancient cities. I want to share everything with you.”
The images he conjures dance in my mind like a vivid dream. I can see us exploring the mountains together, the wind whipping through our hair, laughter echoing through the valleys. “That sounds incredible,” I murmur.
“And I want to make a home for us, Octavia. A sanctuary filled with memories and warmth,” he continues, his eyes shining with passion.
“What about the Luna Ceremony?” I ask, excitement bubbling within me. “When do you think we’ll have it?”
Wyatt’s expression turns contemplative as he turns back towards me. “Soon, I hope. I want everyone to know you’re my mate. I can’t wait to stand before our pack, to declare my love for you in front of everyone.”
The thought of the ceremony sends butterflies swirling in my stomach, but hearing him say he wants to declare his love for me is what makes my stomach flip. “I can’t wait either. It feels like a dream.”
Wyatt shifts closer, our legs touching. “It’s not a dream, baby girl. It’s our reality. You’re my future.”
We talk about our favorite places, the little things that make us smile, and the future we want to build together. Each word feels like a thread, weaving our lives closer together, creating a tapestry.
Eventually, the conversation shifts, and a comfortable silence falls between us. I can hear the soft rustle of the leaves outside and the distant sound of the tree frogs. Wyatt reaches for my hand, intertwining our fingers, and a sense of peace washes over me.
