Walking up the steps with slow and dragging steps, Pearl was the last one to come home to the packhouse. Everyone else was asleep, even her mate was in bed and not in his office, she knew because she checked. It had been a long day of studying, it was soon time for exams and Pearl wanted to do well. Her feet were aching even though she had been wearing flats, she back had shooting pain radiating down to her hips, and the thought of getting into bed had her salivate. Pearl stumbled into her bedroom, she saw Wyatt lying in their bed looking at some papers in a folder. He peered up and lifted a single eyebrow at the sight of his mate. His mouth was still in a flat line, he did not seem pleased at all even though his beloved mate had come home to him.
“Why are you late Pearl?” He sounded curt
