24-Romantic Evander

Evander’s POV

It’s Sunday morning and I’m comfortably cuddle next to my mate. She is sleeping. For the past four days she has been sleeping in a hospital bed mostly alone.

I tried to hold her once while her parents slept. I got into bed with her and held her close. I slept so deeply I didn’t realize how late I slept. When Martin woke up he growled at me.

“She’s my mate,” I told him not getting up, not moving from holding her.

“She’s my daughter,” Martin snarled at me.

“Dexter and I are helping her heal,” I told him.

“I’m not in the mood boy, get out of her bed,” Martin was so angry I moved.

Now, he can’t make me release her. She is in my arms, in our bed. The bed we made love for the first time.

Love. I don’t have sex with Marcella. I mean I did. But know it’s love. I love making her squirm, I love the look on her face as she bounces on me, I love the sounds she makes when I tickle her, when I make love to her.

I love the way she keep