Twenty Four.

Atlas’s POV

I left her thoroughly fucked and content. She needed it, we both needed it.

I made my way through the packhouse, quite pleased with myself. Aria had been spread out on the bed when I left her. Her breathing heavy, a thin cotton sheet loosely draped over her body. The scent of our sex filling the room. There is certainly a much kinkier side to her than what she lets on.

Jacob was mulling over a coffee in his office. The office that would soon be mine.

“Do you guys really have to be that loud? I just lost my mate.” He groans without even looking up.

“I can’t help it if she is horny. Besides, she is my mate and I need to make sure she is happy and satisfied.”

“Whatever. I’m still pissed with you Ryan. You let Atlas kill my mate. I’m sure we could have figured it out.”

I thought he knew, but he hadn’t realised that I had taken over. He was far stupider than I realised. Like Aria said, my eyes gave me away.

“Sure, because she would have let it go, Mel, Daisy, whatever her name