Chapter 42

Atlas’ POV

The words left my mouth before I could even think about it, and I didn’t really give a shit. I never cared who knew in the first place really. She was the one being weird about it, but since she was the cause of all these problems, I no longer cared about keeping any secrets on her behalf.

But I would deal with her later. Because at that moment, I was on a rampage. I almost ripped Arron’s head from his shoulders, one of my own, someone who I considered a friend, and yet I would have killed him without another thought for disrespecting her like that had it not been for Wolfe and Manix holding me back.

How dare he touch what is mine? The thought of his fingers on her precious skin sent another flare of rage through me as I tightened my grip around his neck. I could snap it so easily. The power that grew inside seemed to be radiating from my hands. I will tear off the limbs that wish to touch what was mine. She belonged to me and only me. I think I had made that clear.

Yet aga