Chapter 27: Evelyn's mate

I woke up, groggily from the silken mattress underneath, pulling me back to sleep more as the sun poked its rays in my eyes. I yawned, stretching as I laid my eyes around the room, searching for Ivan.

He emerged from the closet, freshly clothed with his cologne hitting my nose. "Where are you going?"

"To your old pack," Ivan replied, fixing his tie.

"Why?"

"To tell them about our marriage." He stated, as a matter of factly with the obvious look.

I raised a brow at him, "Hold on! I totally forgot about them. We were supposed to invite them! How can I forget that?"

Yeah, I really have forgotten everything when Ivan declared our marriage. I was focused on getting married before I create any kind of trouble that would gallop me as well as in it. So, the remainder of my previous packhouse flew out of my brain.

"Uhh..." Ivan began but cut off his words.

"It's your fault. Wow! How can I forget about them?! You wanted to get married so