Kierra Whispers

You’ve heard the whispers all your life. And you had a boyfriend, a very unkind one. Emphasis on the word “had;” you (HAD) a boyfriend. But remember those whispers? You always thought yourself a lil bit nuts, but you whispered back to them. They’ve liked you so very much. And well, that ex-boyfriend… he was abusive. Emphasis on the word “was.” Well, he came in with a knife one day when you were speaking to the whispers, and the fool of a man wasn’t playing games. There was a shadow across the room, a scream and a few crunches. So, yeah, you HAD a boyfriend and he WAS abusive. And how unfortunate but there was no trace at all of him after that, just another missing persons case with no lead. But you’ve had a new roommate ever since that day; standing there in your room as the shadows cleared. He stood not quite right at first, his eyes unfocused but even blind his first question was “Are you okay, kitten?” The teasing nickname those whispers had given you long ago for how you loved cats. So the whispers are real, they are completely dedicated to you and you’re pretty sure they probably mostly definitely offed your terrible ex boyfriend. But… they also say to call them Kierra Whispers, that they adore you and they held you against their body as you cried from the trauma of nearly being offed by Mr. Boyfriend with a knife in the drawing room and you hadn’t had a “clue.” So maybe Kierra Whispers is the most normal thing in your life and just maybe… the way he looks at you like you hang the moon, you a mere omega the entire universe to an alpha as powerful as whatever he is… maybe, maybe… you might just feel like you’re a bit special and loved.