A Day Made of Us

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• whispers beneath the moon    a day made of us 2

  The soft orange hue of twilight bathed the room in a muted glow. From the leather chair near the window, I watched her sleep.Penelope.My mate.My sweet, stubborn, beautiful angel.Her breaths came soft and even, lashes fanned against her cheeks. My shirt had slipped down one shoulder, revealing the smooth curve of her dark skin, glowing under the fading light. My fingers itched to touch her — not out of lust this time, but because I couldn’t believe she was real. I couldn’t believe she was here. Mine.A breath shuddered out of me as I leaned back in the chair. My mate. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. The bond had sunk so deep, too fast, and yet it felt like it had always been there—like some invisible tether had always existed between us, waiting for this moment to snap tight.I let my gaze trace her face, my eyes lingering on the faint bruise on her throat from my mouth, the slight swelling of her lips, the delicate way she clutched the pillow like it held all the softness

• whispers beneath the moon   A Day Made of Us

  Warm morning light spilled like liquid gold through the wide windows, brushing my skin with soft heat. I stirred beneath the heavy covers, slow and aching in places I hadn’t even known could ache. My whole body felt claimed—marked inside and out. Every movement made the soreness bloom... and yet, strangely, I smiled.Alex’s scent clung to me, wrapping my body in spice, cedar, and dark heat. I shifted carefully, and the brush of his thigh against mine pulled a soft gasp from my throat. Bare skin on bare skin. Warm. Solid. Real.I tried to sit up for water, but a strong arm slid tight around my waist, dragging me back against the firm wall of his chest.“Where do you think you’re going, little mate?” Alex’s voice rumbled against my ear, low and deliciously rough with sleep.I bit back a grin. “I was just—”“Shh,” he rumbled, nuzzling into my hair. “Not leaving this bed until I&rsqu

• whispers beneath the moon   Mine to Ruin

  Moonlight painted the room in silver shadows, soft and cruel. The door shut behind me with a click that felt final, binding. My throat worked as I swallowed hard, heart thundering in my chest."So brave," Alex murmured behind me, his breath stirring the sensitive hairs at the nape of my neck. "Coming here dressed like this... teasing me all day. Smiling at other males. Do you like that, angel? Do you like seeing me furious, bothered... barely holding myself back? Do you want me to bend you over in front of everyone and show them who you really belong to?"His hand slid down my bare arm, slow and dangerous. Cherry purred in the back of my mind, wicked and amused. Let him. Let him teach you who you belong to."Or maybe," his voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper, lips at my ear, "you want them all to watch. Watch as I make you beg. Make you cry. Make you mine."Heat coiled deep in my belly, wicked and sharp. My body trembled, breath hitching. I wanted to deny him. I couldn't.He ste

• whispers beneath the moon   Midnight Promises

  I slammed the door to my room shut, my back pressed against it as I sucked in a sharp, ragged breath. My heart was still racing, my skin flushed hot, tingling from Alex’s touch... and his words."Midnight. My office. Don’t be late."My thighs pressed together instinctively at the memory. Damn him. Damn that voice that made me melt and burn at the same time."Did you just see what he did?!" Cherry hissed inside my mind, frantic and sharp. "He practically claimed you in front of the entire pack. They all saw. You’re not invisible anymore, Penny. You’re his now—publicly.""Gods, Cherry... What are we going to do?" I whispered, pacing the room. "The whole pack knows. It’s going to spread like wildfire. I’m already an outsider here. What if they hate me? What if they don’t accept me as Luna?""Worse," Cherry murmured darkly. "What if they think you’re another Zara? What if they think you’ll betray them too?"My stomach twisted. I shook my head, trying to shove the thought away, but it ling

• whispers beneath the moon   Mine

  Morning bleeds into my office like a weak, useless thing. The light spills across my desk, across the piles of untouched paperwork. None of it matters. None of it has since last night.I haven’t moved in an hour.My hands are clenched into fists, knuckles white, the veins in my arms taut and throbbing as I stare blankly at the wall. But all I see is her.Penelope.I can still feel her. Her taste is on my tongue, her scent curling in my lungs, thick and sweet and maddening. The way she arched into my hand, the broken little sounds she made when she came apart on my fingers... Fuck. My cock stirs at the memory, hard and aching, as if her body still clings to me, still soaks my skin. She’s imprinted in my bones now—marked without a bite, claimed without a word.I thought it would ease the hunger.It hasn’t. It’s worse. So much worse.I close my eyes, dragging air into my lungs, but it’s useless. All I can breathe is her. Her heat. Her soft gasps. The desperate way she clawed at me when s

• whispers beneath the moon   couple goals

  Alex’s office was quiet now.No more angry voices.No more slammed doors or broken pride.Just us.I sat sideways on his lap, his arm slung low around my waist, holding me like I might vanish if he let go. His head rested against my chest, heavy and warm, tucked right between my breasts like it belonged there. Like he belonged there.His other hand scrolled lazily through the papers on his desk—half working, half pretending to.Cherry hummed in the back of my mind for the first time in days. A soft, sleepy purr of contentment that made my chest ache.Finally.Finally, she whispered.Ours. Safe. Touching. Home.I dragged my fingers slowly through his hair, smoothing the dark strands away from his temple. Soft. Silky. Warm beneath my palm. He leaned into the touch like he needed it, like a man starved for affection, and I felt his chest rise with a quiet sigh.The scent of him filled my nose—deep and dark and unmistakably Alex. My mate. My impossible, stubborn, possessive mate.God. How