[Astrid P.O.V.]
I rubbed at the tension between my brows, leaning back in the chair. The pack business wasn’t hard; it just required more patience than I had today. My body still ached from last night, and not in a bad way. Atlas hadn’t held back, and I hadn’t wanted him to. Every bite and every thrust, it pulsed through me now in the sore stretch of my thighs and the tenderness of the mark he had bitten and kissed all night.
The knock on the office door was soft, hesitant.
“Come in,” I called, shifting my weight as I turned to face whoever it was.
Ellie peeked her head in, the young daughter of another couple whose passion was cooking. She looked uneasy, fingers twisting at the hem of her shirt. “Luna… may I have a moment?”
Something tightened in my chest at her tone. I gestured a
