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Her Human His Wolf
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Mia POV
I knew I was making a mistake, giving in to my current feelings for Atlas. My life would only lead to him being in danger. But I couldn't deny the fact that I had already formed an attachment, or that he asked for me to give him a chance. My family, friends, and pack were all gone. And although I did not understand why the Moon Goddess gifted me with a human for a mate, it was as if he showed up at the perfect time. I needed Atlas right now, but I would also do everything in my power to keep him safe.
I had no idea where my life was going to lead me right now. I needed to avenge my family, and as the last rare wolf, I knew I had a duty to my kind to help maintain the peace. But I did not know how yet. I was always loyal to my pack. I fought hard for them, and I would continue doing so. But for now, I needed to get a hold of my father's trustworthy contacts and formulate a plan. I just did not know how Atlas would fit into all of this.

Do I find a way to return to the werewolf realm? Do I find a way to bring Atlas? Or do I form a life in the human realm?
I looked at Atlas as we finished up at the bar. He helped settle the bill, and then we got up and left for the room. The dimly lit hallway in the hotel smelled of stale perfume and carpet cleaner as we entered.
Once in the room, I immediately went to the bedroom portion and slipped into night clothing. Atlas remained out on the couch, his distant presence palpable. My fever was gone, but my body still needed a few days to fully recover since traces of the wolfsbane still remained in me.
"I'm tired, and I have to try and make a few calls in the morning, so I'm going to turn in. I know there is only one bed, so I don't mind sharing it with you," I said to him.
"The couch turns into a bed, so I will be fine out here. Sleep well, Mia," he responded.
I didn't know why, but for some reason, I felt like he was avoiding me now after we admitted how we felt. But then again, I turned his entire life upside down. I clicked off the small bedlamp and got in the bed, the sheets cool against my skin, as I rolled to my side.

I gazed out of the open window, the slats of the blinds casting strips of moonlight onto the cityscape. Despite the towering buildings, the moon's glow painted the sky, a faint silver shimmer against the dark backdrop. Memories flooded my mind as I whispered, "Leo, remember how we used to dream of exploring a human city? Well, here I am, experiencing it for the both of us. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten."
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I turned, burying my face in the softness of the pillow. A heavy weight lifted off my shoulders, and all the pent-up emotions burst forth as I sobbed for the loss of my family. In that vulnerable moment, a comforting warmth enveloped me, sending tingles through my body. The bed dipped slightly, and I was pulled into the embrace of Atlas. I shifted, resting my head against his chest, and he gently stroked my back, silently offering solace.
In the midst of my tears, Atlas remained silent, providing a safe haven for me to find comfort. I cried for all that I had lost, finding strength and peace in his presence.
Once I finally calmed, I shifted in his warm embrace, feeling the weight of his strong arms around me. "I know I'm still learning about you, Mia, but if you need someone to talk to, I'll always listen," he whispered.

As he sat up and made a move to leave, I pleaded, "Stay, please," not wanting to be alone. He nodded, and pulled off the shirt he had on, now damp with my tears. He laid back down, facing me in the bed, and gently brushed the strands of hair that were stuck to my tear-streaked face.
A small smile crept onto his face as he looked into my eyes. "You're different," he said softly, "no wonder the guys crowded you at the bar. But different in a good way. I've never seen hair like yours or eyes like yours. You're beautiful, Mia, and you're not afraid to be natural. It's a breath of fresh air."
"I trained for hours every day, so thoughts of makeup never crossed my mind. “ I confessed to him,
“You don't need it, I've never been a fan of girls wearing too much of it. I think natural is best.” He admitted.
“You know how to fight. Have you trained as well?” I asked.
“I took mixed martial art classes as a child, but never really got anywhere with it. However, I found myself in a lot of fights growing up. I guess I just learned naturally that way. But you, you seem really good at it.” He explained.
“It's our way of survival,” I responded. “I've had to defend my pack several times in the past.”
‘'So you have no family?' I asked.
'No,' he answered. “My parents passed away when I was young in an accident, and then my one surviving grandmother passed a few years ago.”
“I'm sorry,”I said, feeling a pang of sadness for him.
“'It's fine,” he replied. “My parents passed a long time ago, and my grandmother lived a long life.”
“You seemed to have at least a girlfriend, so you weren't lonely.” I recalled the girl I had seen on his farm.
Atlas let out a nervous chuckle, “I guess maybe at times. I don't think my most recent ex, or any of them, really thought much of a relationship. I've had many end the same way, so maybe they helped not feeling lonely for a short period. But in the end, they caused even more hurt than they were worth.”
His words made me feel a tinge of guilt. Despite being mates and promising to try with him, I worried about what the future held. And since he also felt the bond, I worried about the possibility of hurting him. Atlas noticed my change in demeanor as I pondered these thoughts, and I felt his warm hand gently caress my face once again.
"Mia," he whispered, his voice filled with longing. "I told you I wanted you to give me a chance." His words hung in the air, as if pleading for understanding. "I know it may hurt, but I can't imagine my life without you. I'm willing to accept that risk just to be with you."
As he spoke, he pulled me closer, his warm breath dancing against my skin. I could feel the roughness of his facial hair, a gentle tickle that felt nice. Our lips met, his kiss starting softly but quickly igniting with a hunger to discover me through our connection.
Every part of my being responded to his touch. His hands explored my body with a tender possessiveness, leaving a trail of sensation in their wake. He sucked on my lip, occasionally nipping it, and we continued, unwilling to break away from this intoxicating moment.
Finally, the kiss came to an end, leaving my heart pounding with excitement and pleasure. My wolf may have kissed him while I was healing, but this kiss was special. His lips were the only ones that had ever touched mine, and they were worth the wait.
"See, Mia," Inara whispered in my mind, her voice filled with satisfaction as we reveled in the intense connection we shared with Atlas. "Your lips," Atlas murmured, his voice velvety and low, "they feel so right against mine." I couldn't help but agree, as I admitted I had never kissed another person before. His lips were perfect.
Atlas seemed shocked, his eyes widening. "Wait, you've never kissed anyone else?" he asked incredulously. "Does that mean you've never dated?" I shook my head, a smile playing on my lips. "No, mate bonds are sacred. I've always waited until I found my mate." His lips curled into a smile once more. "You truly are special, Mia. I promise never to hurt and keep you safe," he confessed earnestly.
"I know you will," I replied. "But remember, I can protect us too. We're a team now." A yawn escaped my mouth, a sign of the exhaustion that was beginning to settle in. Atlas gently urged me to rest, and I nestled against him, feeling his warmth envelop me. He felt perfect.
"Yes, Mia," Inara chimed in, her voice echoing in my mind. "We must rest before our heat comes. It's starting, and I hope it comes on slowly so that we can handle it." I understood her concern and closed my eyes, ready to let sleep wash over me, knowing that with Atlas by my side, I felt safe.