Chapter Twenty-Five

Sullen Sullen felt like the entire pack was staring when they made it back to the house. Could they smell her on him? Probably. But what did it truly matter? They were mates and mates kissed. Mates did more than that, but not until he marked her. Sullen reached up and touched the spot where Roan’s mark would go if that happened. It was a choice. Some alphas forced themselves, their mark, on their mates, but Roan didn’t seem the type. It wasn’t as if the pack house cared what went on in their personal lives. Sullen was the one with baggage back home, not Roan. Baggage that had texted and called her once over the last few days. Had he always been so distant, and she was so busy with work that she didn’t notice? Roan acknowledged the wolves in the room. One of the bigger wolves, which looked the size of a Beta to Sullen, stepped forward. “Hey, Alpha. We’re thinking about having a bonfire tonight. Is that okay?” Roan thought about it. “Yeah, it may scare away any rogues. Sur