INCONVENIENCE

Her curly brown hair was scattered over her face and pillow with a drool spot where her mouth was.

Atlas smiled, happy that she was sleeping so well. No one deserved rest more.

His smile faded as his eyes skimmed over her room and landed on the large wheelchair parked near her bed.

Looking at the clock, he saw it was still early, so he let her continue her slumber.

He shut the door to a crack and returned to his cooling coffee and waiting laptop.

He sat with a heavy sigh, hoping that he was doing the right thing by giving her a home where she knew no one and had no immediate family.

If he were honest, and he always tried to be, his confidence in the whole thing had quickly waned. Of course, he wasn’t going to give her up. He just hated admitting he needed help. It wasn’t in an alpha’s nature.

If anyone besides Logan had recommended that he get help, he wouldn’t have taken it so well. Atlas might be prideful, but he knew when his beta was right. He usually was, whether Hudson liked it