Chapter 20

20

MY LUNA TO BE

Wyatt

I pace back and forth in the sitting room, phone pressed to my ear, the sound of Dalton’s voice echoing in the quiet space. "So you're telling me you want to interrogate her tomorrow — the day after your wedding day?" His incredulous tone slices through the tension. I can almost hear him shake his head in disbelief.

"Yeah, Dalton. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s necessary." I run a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of every decision pressing down on my shoulders. "Rachel knows things, and I can’t let her slip away. I want to know why. I need answers."

"Fine. I’ll have a warrior stationed by her cell. Most of the pack will be preoccupied with the ceremony today, but I’ll make sure she’s watched."

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it." I hang up, trying to shake off the gnawing anxiety that comes with the job. This is supposed to be a day of joy — my wedding day, the Luna Ceremony for Octavia. Everything should be perfect.

I glance at the clock. I can already sense the anticipation building in my chest, but first, I need to clear my mind. I stand up and head out of the sitting room, my feet moving almost on instinct toward the bathroom. The sound of water splashing fills the air, and I can hear Octavia humming softly, her voice a soothing balm against the chaos in my head.

I pull off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor in a careless heap. The steam from the shower wraps around me like a warm embrace as I step closer, peering through the glass wall. Octavia stands there, her silhouette illuminated by the soft, warm light. She’s a vision of beauty, her curves accentuated by the water cascading down her skin. I can’t help but let out a low, appreciative whistle.

She glances over her shoulder, a playful smile breaking across her face. "Someone’s feeling bold this morning," she teases, her voice playful and sweet.

"Can you blame me?" I smirk, pulling down my boxer briefs with a deliberate slowness that I know will draw her in. Her approving noise sends a rush of heat through me, and I step into the shower, the water enveloping me as I move behind her.

Octavia leans back against my chest, her damp dark hair brushing against my skin. The warmth radiates between us, the steam swirling around like a thick fog. I wrap my arms around her waist, feeling the softness of her under the spray. It’s grounding in a way that nothing else can be.

"Are you nervous about the ceremony and stuff?" she asks, tilting her head back to look up at me, her chocolate eyes sparkling with mischief and love.

"A little," I admit, the truth slipping out before I can stop it. "But more excited than anything. I can’t wait to make it official."

She laughs lightly, the sound mixing with the rhythm of the falling water. "We’re already official, you know. We’re mates. That mark on your shoulder proves it. But I get it. This is different."

"Yeah, it is." I press a kiss to her temple, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, a mix of lavender and something floral that feels like home. "But it’s more than just a ceremony to me. It’s a promise. A commitment."

Octavia turns in my arms, her face serious now, the playful glimmer replaced with something deeper. "I promise, Wyatt. I’ll stand by you, no matter what. Even with all the chaos surrounding us."

I nod, feeling the weight of her words settle between us. In this moment, with the water pouring down and our bodies pressed together, I can forget about Rachel, about the looming threat of the unknown. All that matters is Octavia and the life we’re about to start together.

"You know," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I could think of a few ways to pass the time before the ceremony."

A grin spreads across my face as I arch an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what might those be, baby girl?"

Her laughter bubbles up again, contagious and bright. "Well, for starters?—"

I cut her off, my lips crashing down on hers. The kiss ignites a fire that spreads through every nerve ending. I deepen the kiss, feeling her melt into me, the world outside fading away. We lose ourselves in the moment, the water drenching us, the steam swirling like a cocoon around our bodies.

We pull away, breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. “I love you, Octavia,” I murmur, my voice thick with emotion.

Her smile softens, and I can see the reflection of our future in her eyes — one where we face every challenge together, where love conquers everything.

"I love you too, Wyatt. Now and forever."

My mind flashes back to last night and how she tasted. It had been so hot that I felt like I was burning.

I take a deep breath and spin her towards me, then I pull her in my arms again to pick her up so I can carry her out of the shower. I deposit her on the sink counter, then I shove my fingers through her folds and find her soaked for me.

“Fuck, baby, is this all for me?” I ask, still stroking her.

Her back arches and she moans as I continue. “Yes, Wyatt, yes!” She cries out and almost screams as I lean forward when I bury my face between her legs.

She moans as I grip her plump ass and I hold her there as I lower my mouth back to her pussy. My tongue dips out, licking up her center and flicking her clit. Continuing the same path over and over again.

Her legs are trembling, back bowing as I lick and nip over her cunt. When she is sopping and on the verge of exploding, I suck her clit into my mouth and flick the sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue.

Octavia falls over the edge, crying out so loud I’m pretty sure the whole house will hear us. She collapses back against the mirror behind the sink and I smile up at her as I kiss her thighs and up her stomach.

My fingers trace her ribs and Octavia’s eyes blink open drunkenly. I stand up and grasp one of her breasts before bending to capture the nipple to suck hard between my lips.

“Absolutely perfect, Tavia. You’re my gorgeous mate,” I murmur against her skin as I switch to the other.

“You don’t think my boobs are too small,” she asks shyly, and I shake my head, smoothing the tip of one with my lips.

I suck her nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the hard bud before biting it gently with my teeth.

“Oh, Wyatt!” She cries out as she arches her back, trying to get me to suck more in my mouth.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m going to fuck you so good,” I say as I spread her thighs wide before seedling between them.

“Ready, Gorgeous?” I ask as I look up to see her nod frantically.

I’ve been on the edge for what feels like hours and I can’t help but moan as I brush the head of my cock between her pussy lips.

I push inside her, stretching her but I’m so damn horny and so fucking hard that I barely register the sting she must be feeling.

I pause to give her a second to adjust to my size as I sink to the hilt, but then she wiggles and I groan as she starts to mewl.

“Wyatt, baby, please!” She cries once more and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.

“I love to hear you beg me, baby girl. But there is no need right now because I’m going to have you coming so hard that stars explode in your vision,” I promise and her body starts to quiver as I begin to rotate my hips.

I pull back and then surge forward, thrusting hard as I pick up a punishing pace. Each drive of my cock in her wet pussy has me flying higher than I ever knew I could.

Octavia reaches between us and her fingers find her clit. Her cunt tightens, spasming around my length and I can’t help the growl that slips out.

“Fuck, fuck, baby. You’re so goddamned tight,” I grit out against the side of her neck as my breath becomes more erratic.

She screams as she goes over the edge, coming so hard I feel her squirt all over my thighs and lower stomach.

“Tavia.. Fuck.. I love you, baby,” I choke out and my cock jerks inside her as I start to come. My knot swelling inside her.

“I love you too, my Alpha,” she whispers in my ear and I moan.

I can feel my cum leaking out of her before I even pull out. “I’ll always take care of you, baby girl. My everything,” I whisper back to her.

I look into her eyes, the nagging thoughts about Rachel creep back in. I try to push them away, to focus on the warmth of our connection, but the reality of my responsibilities weighs heavily on my mind. My knot releases and we are able to break apart.

"Let’s get cleaned up and ready," I say reluctantly, pulling away as the shower continues to pour behind us. “We have a wedding to get to, future wife.”

Octavia nods, but I can see the concern in her eyes and still trying to catch her breath. She knows me too well. "You’re going to handle everything, right? I mean, you don’t have to do it all alone, you know."

I shake my head, trying to brush it off. "I’ll be fine, baby. Just excited to have your Luna Ceremony and tie the knot with you."

As we finish showering, again, and step out, I can’t shake the feeling that this day — this perfect, beautiful day — might just end up being more complicated than I anticipated. But in the moments spent with Octavia, I remind myself that love is worth fighting for, and that’s what matters most.

With a shared smile and a lingering kiss, we step into the next chapter of our lives, ready to face whatever comes next — together.