I returned to the bedroom to see Evelyn was still fast asleep on the bed. My eyes grazed over her perfect body where she lay, and I could not help but smile. I was a lucky man, and I liked the very thought I had tired her out. I moved to the bathroom, placing down the wine bottle and glasses, before turning off the water. It was exactly as I had hoped. Full of bubbles, and looking luxurious and romantic. Just what my mate would need in order for her to relax. I wanted to spoil her. Yet I hated the thought of disturbing her.
‘You want to talk to her.’ Atlas unhelpfully reminded me. 'This is not just for her, but for pack now.'
‘Hmmm.’ I agreed, truly unsure how she would take the news. I had seen the displeasure upon her face, and within her tone when she had heard mention of her father
