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Okay. Tell me why Atlas is glaring at me like that? Wasn’t he busy dancing and flirting with another woman? Now, the moment another man walks up to me, he appears like a ghost—cold eyes cutting through the air, scaring us both. He gives Volt a slow once-over, his jaw locked. “You appear to be under the impression that my wife is on the market,” he growls. My eyes widen. Did he just call me his wife? I blink, stunned. “What?” Volt looks between us, confused. “Silver, what is he talking about?” Atlas’s jaw clenches. “You told him your name?” I swallow hard. “Um… Volt… he’s my husband.” “Oh wow!” Volt scoffs. “She’s your wife, but you left her sitting here all by herself?” “I leave what’s mine exactly where I want it,” Atlas says, his voice low and dangerous. “Leave before I make you.” “Volt… thanks, but you have to go,” I say quickly, trying to avoid the trouble simmering between them. He looks between us, suspicion in his eyes. “Is he controlling you? Are y

We spent the next few minutes in the hockey arena where Rhett had once played. It was breathtaking to see his legacy preserved—his jersey framed, photographs with teammates lining the walls, even Lucy captured in moments of cheering him on. A particular section was dedicated entirely to him. Fans still came every day to take pictures with his perfectly sculpted statue, leaving flowers and handwritten notes. Rhett had been an icon in his time, the best player of his generation, and even now he had not been forgotten. Atlas tried to hide it, but I caught the flicker of emotion in his eyes as he took in his father’s achievements. Something in his gaze told me he wished he had been there, living those days alongside him. I wondered what Atlas’s favorite sport was. Did he even like anything at all? The next day was as hectic as the last. We pressed on with the investigation, moving from place to place, asking questions, but still finding no answers. We visited countless tattoo sh

Am I supposed to be feeling this way? Satisfied. Glad. Protected. I shake my head, brushing away the thoughts. This is Atlas Lawson—the most heartless man you could ever meet. He doesn’t possess the ability to care about anyone. So why would he take down three men simply because they harassed me? He had a choice. He could have ignored it, acted like he didn’t care, and left me to handle them myself. Or he could have easily scared them off. But no. He made them kill each other. For me. “Stop thinking too much about it,” he says curtly, dropping onto the couch. “What? I shouldn’t think about it?” I almost let out a dry and butter laugh. “You killed three men!” “What?” Lance’s eyes snap open, mouth wide in disbelief as he jumps to his feet. “What the heck happened?” He blinks away sleep, staring at us. “Ask your Alpha!” I snap, my voice tight. “What if the police come for us? We were supposed to lay low. If they find out—” Atlas cuts me a glare so sharp it nearly steals

“What are you doing here?” Atlas asks, raising a brow as he pushes his plate aside. I glance at the table and almost laugh. How did he finish all that food so quickly? Like a beast starved for years. “The Alpha asked you to meet him in the lab,” Lance says, smirking. “I know,” I mutter, stepping forward. “There’s no time to waste. We need to get to work.” “We?” The word comes out of Atlas in a low growl. I sigh, my voice filled with frustration. “Atlas, we’re doing this together. And there’s no time.” He growls again, visibly enraged. No one dares call him by his first name except his parents. But I do and because I know he hates it. “I can feel their pain,” my voice cracks as I snatch the documents off the table. Their eyes widen, not in disbelief but in annoyance. I guess they’re getting used to me. “What do you mean you can feel their pain?” Lance asks, brows furrowed. “The villagers,” I say, scanning the papers. “I can feel how it eats them alive. Their agony,

His scent fills the air, wrapping around me like a warm blanket on a cold night. I feel closer to him than I’ve ever felt. My eyes snap open. “You’re awake!” Rhett exclaims, smiling. My eyes land on the man holding my hand, and they pop open wider in surprise. “Uh… w-what happened to me?” I ask, feigning ignorance. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t understand why Atlas is sitting beside me on the bed, holding my hand as his scent covers me. I feel it deeply in my core—his touch is extracting something from me, and his scent is healing me. “You passed out,” Rhett says. “Why are you holding my hand?” I ask, acting like I don’t like it. No, not like I like it in that sense. What I mean is, his touch, even through with the protective gloves, is soothing and healing. “I’m extracting the infection,” he says, letting go of my hand. “Son—” “No, Father,” Atlas cuts him off. “She is good enough. I don’t need to get everything out of her. I warned her anyway.” Oh. S