Chapter 7

S E V E N .

Hades.

‘Fuck. Just look at her, Val.’ I growl through the mind link I opened with my brother, Valerian, who is gawking at her as we speak.

‘Even better than we imagined.’ He grumbled.

‘But I think we might have gone too far with this one because I want to rip the fucking head of each unmated male here who couldn’t take their eyes off what’s ours.’

‘Not yet, Val.’ I warn him, and he could barely keep control of his wolf. It’s clear he wants blood. But I couldn’t blame him.

The moment she walked out here with that thing on, I saw red. The unmated males here are almost drooling at her feet. I even heard some of them whisper about making a move on her. But they would know better than bring hell where they stood.

It seems we have to make sure they know little Dahlia here is off-limits. I will make sure of it.

“What the fuck is that?” Atlas all but growled where he stood beside us. His grip on the beer growing tighter. Oh no, this isn’t good.

“What is what man?” I ask him.

“What the fuck is she wearing?” Atlas’ brows pinch together and I know where this is going next.

He storms towards her. I nod at Valerian as we walk right behind our best friend.

He made it clear to Val and me that he doesn’t care who we fuck around we so long as we leave his little sister alone.

He knows better than both of us that if we set our eyes on something, we will not stop until we have it. That’s just how we’re built.

Poor Atlas wouldn’t understand.

As soon as we got close enough to Dahlia and her friend, whose name I oddly do not remember, my cock twitches in my pants. She looked even better up close.

“What the fuck do you think you’re wearing?” Atlas glowered over her, and it bothered me that she actually flinched. Her lower lip trembled and her eyes grew wide, staring at her brother.

I would never have made her flinch.

“Atlas, I—"

“Go change. Now.” By the tone of Atlas’ voice, it’s clear he was not fucking around.

For a second, there was only silence. I noticed her little friend was glaring daggers at Atlas who stared down at her friend.

“No.” I hear a meek whisper.

My gaze flits to the little flower, trembling to show her fear.

“I said, no.” she repeats. This time, her voice a little louder.

A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips, amused.

“This is a pool party, Atlas. I’m allowed to be in a swimsuit.”

Valerian chuckles, and it seems the little flower amused him too.

Attagirl.

Atlas’ lips form into a thin line, glaring harder as he towered over her.

He steps forward. She shrinks back. If looks could kill, poor flower wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Dad would be so disappointed in you.”

A small gasp rips out of her at his words. She looked offended.

She steps back as tears visibly form under her eyes. Shit. Is she crying?

I was about to step in when she turns on her heel and runs back to the house crying.

Fuck me, because her running gives me a perfect view of her ass jiggling from this angle. Sweet.

Still, that was a little too much. Even for Atlas.

Her friend stayed back though, still glaring daggers at her future Alpha and looking no less terrified.

But she surprised us all when she steps up and shoved Atlas hard. Don’t get it wrong. With her petite frame, Atlas didn’t even budge. But the shock of her action was what made her interesting.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“Lola, stay out of it.”

“Like hell I will! You can’t tell her what she could and couldn’t wear Atlas.”

“As a matter of fact, I can. I am your future Alpha, remember?” Atlas smirks down at her while she rolls her eyes and huffs, turning around to chase after Dahlia.

Valerian and I exchange glances with each other. We didn’t expect for this chance to come too soon. Much to our advantage, she’s going to one place we know very well like the back of our hand.

Thanks to Atlas, our mouse just got lured into our little trap. I open the mind link I had with Val.

‘What do you say we give the flower a little comfort?’