Claim me. - Lycan’s Queen

I smiled sweetly at Savanah before grabbing Atlas's hand and pulling him back inside the room. I heard her mutter "bitch" before leaving. Maybe now she got the hint.

Atlas had a massive grin on his face as he looked at me.

"Don't flatter yourself. She was pissing me off, and I really did need you for something," I told him.

His stupid grin didn't go away; it got bigger, lighting up his whole face and making his eyes sparkle with joy. Wow, he looked so hot like that. No! I shook my head to clear those thoughts. Damn Atlas and his sexy grin. What the hell was he doing to me?

My wolf was going crazy seeing Atlas smile like that.

"You just claimed me as yours, little one. Me and my lycan are very happy," he said.

His words made me gasp. Did I really? Holy shit — I did! I claimed Atlas as my mate without even realizing it.

I turned to him and asked, "What about you?"

He smirked and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. Sparks shot down my spine, which I couldn't help but love.

"I already claimed you the first time I met you. Remember?" he whispered in my ear.

I didn't trust my voice, so I just nodded.

Atlas lifted my chin so I was staring into his eyes.

"If you want me to, little one, I'll claim you in front of the entire world. Then everyone would know you are mine," Atlas said.

I gasped at the lust and sincerity in his eyes. I knew he was telling the truth. It wasn't hard to tell. My walls were crumbling slowly, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Atlas had me in a trance — a trance I never wanted to escape.

When I woke up, I realized I wasn't in the car anymore. Rubbing my eyes, I glanced around at the unfamiliar surroundings. It was clear I was in a room — most likely Atlas's, judging by his strong scent everywhere. I sat up and looked around, but he wasn't here. My belongings, however, were scattered across the room.

I took the time to admire the space. The bed was massive, probably a super king. A huge TV was mounted on the wall with two sofas near the large windows, and there was even a balcony. The color scheme was grey and black. As much as I loved the room, it felt like it reflected how busy Atlas was. Dust coated the TV remotes, like he hadn't picked them up in ages. He must have worked so hard if he barely used this room, and that only made me admire him more.

For some reason, I felt it was my duty to make sure Atlas got the rest he clearly needed. Sophie's words echoed in my mind — how much Atlas had been dealing with because he hadn't found his mate. Now that I was here, would I make his life easier? I hoped so.

I got out of the comfy bed and opened the bedroom door. No one seemed to be on this floor, at least no one I could see. Maybe I should find Atlas? My wolf certainly agreed.

No, that would probably be a bad idea. I should just stay in the room and unpack; there was no real reason to go looking for him. Once I closed the door, I looked at all my stuff, then around the room. There was plenty of space here, but where would I put everything? Going through his things to make room for mine felt wrong.

Damn it. Maybe I did need to find him.

Sighing, I walked toward the door again, but a knock sounded. I knew it wasn't Atlas because my wolf would've gone crazy. It had to be some guard Atlas sent.

I opened the door — and there stood Savanah. Great. Just great. She was the last person I wanted to see, and judging by her expression, the feeling was mutual.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Where is Dimitri?" she replied.

"Why?" I questioned, not liking that she wanted to see Atlas.

"Look, you need to learn to mind your own business. First you embarrass me in front of all those people, and now you're sticking your nose where it doesn't belong," Savanah spat.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, like I meant to find my mate who just happened to be your date. Get over yourself. If you want to speak to Atlas, then find him yourself. Clearly whatever you want to talk to him about isn't my business anyway." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Wow, you're so pathetic and childish." Savanah sighed.

"F*** off. I don't want to see you here." I glared at her and was about to shut the door when the atmosphere suddenly changed. It became charged, electric. There was only one person who could do that — Atlas.

My gaze found his as he walked up the stairs toward me. I swallowed a lump in my throat. Atlas was really hot. Damn it, no, Anaa. You shouldn't be having these dangerous thoughts.

"What is going on here?" Atlas asked.

I watched as Savanah fixed her hair and adjusted her shirt. This girl had no shame. I glared at Atlas. "You and your girlfriend sort out your stuff. I don't have time for this." Without waiting for a response, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it. I hadn't even been here a full day and already there was drama.

What I should have done was sit on the bed and wait for Atlas to come in, but instead I found myself listening.

Atlas let out a large sigh. I heard Savanah try to speak, but Atlas shut her down.

"This floor is meant for me and my mate only. You know you shouldn't be here at all. All you've done is cause me more problems."

Guilt began to eat away at me. Was I too harsh on him? Clearly, he wasn't impressed with Savanah and wanted out of the situation.

Now, if I'd been thinking clearly, I would've left them to deal with it. But I wasn't thinking clearly at all. Instead, I opened the door, catching them both by surprise. While Atlas looked relieved to see me, Savanah looked livid. This girl needed to learn her place.

"As a matter of fact, I take back what I said. I need Atlas, and since he is my mate, I get top priority. You should make an appointment — though I can't guarantee he'll see you. He is a very busy man. Bye now. I'm sure you remember the way down."