Chapter Forty-One
Forty-One
Tegan
A warm puff of air tickled my forehead, and I burrowed deeper into the warmth of Atlas’s fur as he dozed next to me.
I felt a dull throb where my neck met my collarbone, and my hand traced over the blood-crusted wound.
The mate mark.
Atlas Oberon mated me last night.
I, Tegan Rollins, who had resigned myself to a life of being a single workaholic shackled to her bakery, had a mate.
My heart pounded in my chest as a smile spread over my face.
“Atlas,” I whispered to avoid startling him. “Atlas, wake up.”
The sun was starting to rise, and birdsongs rang out from the trees.
“Shh, baby. Ten more minutes. Sleepy.” His voice was raspy from sleep, and leaves and mud were stuck to his fur. Gods, he was fucking adorable. It was a stark contrast to the Atlas I’d been introduced to last night during the full moon.
Talk about wolf daddy.
He rubbed his muzzle against my head and placed soft kisses along my temple. “Last night was amazing, little mate,” he mumbled.
Just hearing him say those words made me giddy. “It was. I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.” I snorted. “Well, not in a way I didn’t like.”
He pulled away from me and gave me a smug smile. “You are such a little monster fucker, baby. A little freak.”
“Just for you.” I closed the distance between us and kissed his lips, claiming his mouth.
I was so captivated by him. This handsome, sensitive, complex being that the goddess had blessed me with forever.
Atlas’s stomach growled, and I broke our kiss with a laugh. “Hungry?”
“I’m starving,” he whined.
I looked down at my naked body—minus my boots and what was left of my stockings—and surveyed the field around us. “I forgot to bring a change of clothes.”
Apparently, now I was feeling modest after a night of fucking outside under the full moon.
Atlas chuckled. “I have robes for us to wear on the walk back to your house.” He cupped my chin, gently tilting my head to the side. “Ouch,” he hissed as he examined my mate mark. “I got you good, sweet thing. It should heal up fast, though.”
“I’m gonna have a scar, right?” I asked as I trailed my fingers over Atlas’s chest.
“Yeah, you’ll have a little scar. It’ll let other wolven know you’re mated.”
I smiled and tugged him closer. “Good,” I said before giving my mate another kiss.