A night with Atlas

Luna Selene stood firm, "You'll sleep on the couch if you do it again." After, the King kissed his Queen. The room erupted in hoots and hollers, fists pumping into the air. Wolves loved public displays of affection.

Ursula hated when Atlas took interest in her, she hated how he would look at her some nights, like she was his prey.

Those long nights with him are always enjoyable, but she always despised herself the day after.

The wine he brought always brought before, did her in.

Taking his seat across from her, his eyes never left her. she swallowed her nerves hard, that look, she knew what it meant.

A second later the maid comes up to him at the table, carrying a bottle of wine, confirming her suspicions about his gaze at her.

She shutters, thinking about the night she would have and the bed she'd be sharing, dread filled her, as well as excitement.

If there was one good thing about Atlas, he never left her wanting more.