Atlantis Rourke นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the taller and angrier one among the four spoke up. His name is Atlas. He has an olive skin tone and he has a small scar underneath the right side of his chin. The other three are named as, Miles, Rico, and Lorenzo. Rose sighed. For some odd reason, Rose is still ignoring Sylvia. She is not feeling the same anger that she felt that morning when Sylvia insulted Russell.

Metal panels and heavy drapes gave it the feel of someone attempting authority. I spotted him immediately: Rourke, sitting at a high-backed chair, turned to his desk. He laughed softly into his hands. “A brave assault,” he said, his voice echoing in luxury. “Little wolves running themselves into holes.” He didn’t notice me at first not until I stepped fully into his line of sight. The moment his head snapped up, color leached from his face. Lips parted into disbelief. That was the moment the power shifted. “I am Ryker Blackthorn so you must know me,” I said evenly. “I guess your running mouth comes to an end today, Rourke. Now where is your boss?”

Lily turned, finding him watching Atlas with a look that was unreadable but not entirely welcoming. Atlas’s eyes flickered to Ryle, assessing. "You must be someone important." "Ryle Kincaid," Ryle said, standing as if to make his presence known. "Atlas Caldwell," Atlas replied, his voice steady and calm. Ally muttered, "This just got interesting." Lily shot her a warning look before turning back to Atlas. "What are you doing here?" His gaze softened slightly. "I just got back." "After all these years?" Atlas exhaled slowly. "It’s a long story."

Age: 36 Education: MIT graduate, double major in cybersecurity and applied mathematics. Company: Founder and CEO of Rourke Technologies, a global leader in cybersecurity, AI encryption, and digital warfare solutions. Assets: Multiple international properties, 80% shareholder at Rourke Technologies, major investor at Halcyon Hotel—a luxury resort chain with a flagship location in the capital. Family: Daughter—Olandria Rourke, age 5. Marital Status: Widowed. His wife died 4 years ago. No public information or pictures of her are available.

“Thank you again for everything, Varra.” “Same for us,” Rourke spoke up, looking between Kieran and me. “I’ll be returning to my own pack. But,” he paused, a slow grin spreading across his face as he locked eyes with Astrid, “I won’t be going alone.” Saffron gasped dramatically, even though we all knew it was going. “No way!” Rourke stood up, pulling a stunned-looking Astrid to her feet beside him. “I just wanted to make it official for anyone who hasn't figured it out yet. Astrid Thornvale is my mate.”

Atlas might appear to be on my side, but he’s got his hand pressed to his mouth to stifle a laugh. Marvins can’t let his brother have all the fun. “Fur on the fanny?” “Got rid of the old Eau de Pelt, did you?” This, of course, is said with a gruff-sounding French accent by Ransom—the last guy I’d expect to ever try and pantomime a French accent. Around everyone else, he’s as quiet as can be. He lets his art speak for itself. “It’s not his fanny is it, you imbecile.” Atlas points at my chest as if Marcus can’t see that my midsection isn’t really my butt. “And au naturel would be with the hair, dumb ass.”

Alpha Wyatt I will always protect my little mate, she’s mine and mine only—as I am hers. My wolf keeps pushing through wanting to stay in wolf form just to be in our strongest form to defend our future Luna, Remi. I wouldn’t let harm come her way if I have anything to do with it, I do have my reputation for a reason. Before Remi came around, I was ruthless, I was known for my brutal force and strength. I was always good to my pack, but if any threat came our way or we had to advance on surrounding rabid rogues, I took immediate action, ending the threat without blinking an eye. I’m glad that my Alpha buddies are coming for the Luna Ceremony as I need some guy time to think about Remi’s dream

The first rogue they found was alone—a scout, trying to cover tracks. Atlas didn’t hesitate. He tore through him. Not a clean kill. Not mercy. Atlas ripped his throat out. The warrior holding the rogue had barely blinked before Atlas moved on, shifting back into his human form, his hands dripping red. The next one tried to run. Theo took him down in seconds. No questions. No hesitation. Just death. Darius led them toward a rogue outpost—hidden deep within the trees, tucked into the side of a rocky ridge. It was empty.

“This is not the time to cause panic with misinformation.” Adolphus looked at Richard's hand on his suit lapel. Though he looked annoyed, he said nothing as he rasped, “My source is high-ranked in the queen's army. He wouldn't make such a mistake. The queen's name is Athena Reed.” Relief shuddered out of Richard's mouth in a breathy sigh. “Oh. I see. It's a misunderstanding, then. The rogue's surname is Atkins. I remember it because of how silly it sounds for a werewolf.”

The one closest to the door, who had to be at least 6’5, was half naked with shorts barely hanging on him as if he had just come out of the shift, ordered: “Get out!” Holding up a hand, Rourke steps out first, standing toe to toe with the half-naked guard. “I’m Commander Rourke of Aurelian Elite Command, escorting two humans for the senior leadership exchange,” pointing at the pissed off werewolf in the chest, smiling, “your Alpha Leon is expecting us, expeditiously!” I loved Rourke, smiling at a werewolf with an eat shit or die grin. This is why Rowan and I would follow him anywhere. I could see one of the guards in the back linking someone, probably Alpha Leon, the headmaster. But before a