Chapter Thirty Nine
“So weird question, which i realize I never asked before.” I sat down on Lip’s lap because he refused to let me sit anywhere else in his office. “What’s that?” He turned his full attention to me and away from his mountain of paperwork. I touched a piece of his shaggy hair. He needed a haircut, it was longer than it had been when we first met. “Does your wolf have a name? Can you talk to him the way you can talk to the others in the pack?” Lip laughed softly. “Yes i talk to my wolf. Mostly its about you. He loves you, Max. So much.” He kissed my hand. “His name is Atlas.” “Atlas.” I whispered his name quietly. “Does he resent me? I mean if you had a wolf mate he’d be able to speak to their wolf right?” Lip’s grip tightened on me. “No.” He all be growled the word his voice deeper than b
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