Chapter 27: Chapter 27

ATLAS:

I don't know how I haven't gone crazy yet, my God with the woman I have this is almost impossible not to have happened.

My stubborn wife didn't forget the "training" she scheduled with Pietro today, and she wanted it because she wanted me not to be present, because according to her she would be distracted, can you believe that?

I tried to argue in every possible way, but when that stubborn princess gets something in her head, only God can take it away.

I can't say I'm completely satisfied because that would be a lie, I sent at least five soldiers to watch her from afar.

I know it seems strange that I have five males watching over my wife since I'm a little too possessive, but I trust these five males a lot, especially in the fact that they are all mated with their respective mates and that none of them would dare to look the other way. for MY female.

(The big problem is if one of those idiots let her see them, who's going to fuck me next)— I think, already imagining Hurricane Mel coming through the door, throwing one of his shoes at me

Speaking of shoes, I had to make her wear boots with no heels, seriously the woman almost turned into a devil when I told her I couldn't wear her boots with heels

She even tried to convince me by saying that she would use the four-inch one, which according to her was shorter, that's when I got even crazier

How does anyone in their right mind find a piece of junk that small? What if she took a false step and sprained her foot? No, I would never let my wife get hurt over something so silly.

I'm taken out of my thoughts when I see the flea entering the office, he seemed to be looking for something and oddly enough I know exactly what he's looking for

— She left buddy— I say seeing her little eyes look at me curiously— she went to have a training session with the man who saved her— I say and I see him lower his eyes which are now sad

I get up from where I am and go to him who is huddled in the corner of the room, I crouch beside him and I see that he walks away in fear

(Am I that scary?)

— Mommy will be back soon big boy— I say trying to make him feel happier, but I don't even get a look in return

— I know that sometimes I seem like a grumpy old man who doesn't like anyone, but I want you to know that as much as I appear to be all that, I'm not— I say to him who looks at me as if he understands me— I I usually take care of my family— I finally speak and stand up to go back to my chair but in the middle of the way I am stopped

I look down and see the flea tugging at my pants with its mouth, just like it did when it was leading me to Mel.

He pulls away and pushes a little tennis ball with his paws. I'm at a loss for a moment, but then I'm walking out of the office with the flea on one arm and a little ball in my hand.

We go to the back garden where I change into a wolf and start playing ball with my newest friend.

We spent a good part of the afternoon playing and only stopped when we saw my wife sitting on the grass crying

I approach her as soon as possible

(Is she hurt?)

When I'm at her side, she stands and throws her arms around my neck, hugging my wolf.

I try to pull away to see if she's hurt, but she stops me by hugging me even tighter.

I'm getting more and more desperate not knowing what's going on

— Just tell me if you're okay, I can't stand this feeling of helplessness— I say to her mentally

— I'm great— she says moving away— I was just thrilled to see my baby and my man interacting for the first time, besides being the first time I see your wolf— she says smoothing my fur

— For those who once said they didn't cry because they thought it represented weakness, you cry too much— I growl mentally irritated by the worry I've been through, and in return, I get a slap on the arm

— As you just said, I THOUGHT it, I don't think so anymore! As time went by I realized that crying only makes me stronger, it makes me unload my emotions and switch to others— talk like I'm talking to a child, I transform myself back to human just to remind her that I'm okay big to take a moral lesson

— I don't like to see you cry, it makes me think you're sick or hurt— I say patting her arm

— Yeah, but I'm not, so try to be less grumpy, and if you want to be helpful-bring your son over here— when she says that I widen my eyes

What the fuck son?

She sees my face and decides to explain the situation which I don't understand shit

— Dear Atlas, you know that I adopted my pet, right?— I just nodded my head— so from the moment I adopted the prince he became my son, understand? And if he is my son, is he also YOUR son, or do you want me to choose another father for my baby?— here she comes teasing me again

— If the flea is going to have a father, let that father be me— I finally say accepting the situation

(Can you imagine me, a Supreme Alpha being a dog parent? While my babies are going to be beautiful MALE wolf cubs, I don't want a female daughter, I couldn't bear to see a bunch of little bastards after my baby, I'd kill all the "little dicks" before they even think to go near her)— I finally conclude my thoughts.

Mel who is jumping with joy speaks

— Now go get our baby— I get up with my clothes half torn and call the flea with my hands, the same when he sees that Mel is present, he runs out jumping on top of her

I go over to the two of them and hug Mel from behind as she continues to play with the flea.

I have something in mind, I know it may seem early, but for us werewolves, it's past time to formalize my mate bond with my princess

For those who don't understand shit, a mate bond is like what humans call marriage, only more intensely because the bond only forms completely after mating.

I'm thinking of changing our relationship from dating to married, it's not customary here to have a "wedding" party, but if she wants to I'll throw the best party ever, just to see a smile on her face.

I go back to Earth when my princess calls me, the flea went inside his little house, and it seems that someone is already in the world of dreams

— May I know why that look of who's going to do something wrong?— asks arching one of his perfect eyebrows

— I was just thinking about the most beautiful woman in the world— I mean, I thought about proposing, but I want it to be in a special place.

Mel tries to put on a straight face but fails miserably.

— And could you tell me where this wonderful creature is?— he asks charmingly, throwing even his hair to the side

— Right in front of me— I say and place my hand behind her head, bringing her face close to mine and kissing her mouth possessively.

I swear I try every way in the world to remember that I have to wait for the right moment to have her, but every day it's getting harder.

I'll probably die from an excess of bruises and when they find me they'll see how much a man suffers for his wife

I separate our mouths and rest my forehead on yours, I see that your eyes are still closed so I kiss your temples

— Great way to show how much you love me, but next time try to take off your clothes soon because this is taking too long to happen— he says playing with my hair— it even seems like you're the virgin in the relationship— grumbles impatiently

These women are worse than us men.

— When we finally mate, I want to see if you'll keep thinking that— I say irritated by the comparison

I'M A FUCKIN' MALE!

— Although... You're more like a big bad wolf— he says sensually biting my earlobe

Where the fuck did that fire come from?

— My princess, are you okay?— I ask worried about her behavior, Mel is bold but not so much

— I don't know— he says lowering his head— I'm starting to feel something different, a desire to...— he stops talking and starts fanning himself

It can only mean one thing

(My wife is coming into heat)— I think already being impregnated with her womanly scent

(what a delicious smell)— I think inspired more deeply, feeling my wolf wanting to come out and devour our woman, and when I say devour I mean it in the best sense of course, if that means anything.

As if I wasn't already suffering just from smelling her, Mel decides to start unbuttoning the blouse she's wearing, I follow her slow and torturous movements and I see the damn smile when she sees me so affected.

There's more it won't stay like this no

(She wants fire? No one better than me to set her on fire)— I think and leave my fucking conscience aside, now it's me and MY wife.