Atlantis Rourke นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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

He struggled—but his limbs refused him. "Filip Dimitri Alko," Riftan said lowly. "The rogue of the Fourth Creek in the South. You’ve seized four packs. Killed two Alphas. I came from the North to find you." "T-That’s... interesting..." Filip choked out. "Isn’t it?" Riftan smiled. "Zen Riftan. Seized thirteen packs. Killed all thirteen Alphas. You’ll be the fourteenth." Fourteen? My breath caught. I’d fought two. And they nearly killed me. Thirteen? He was something else. No—he was beyond anything I’d ever known.

I genuinely considered hitting him with a brick just to reset whatever strange software his brain was running. “Okay,” I said, planting a hand on the doorframe. “Let’s clear something up before I start hallucinating. You’re Atlas Blackwood. Alpha of the creepiest rogue paradise in the realm. You don’t knock. You don’t ask. You don’t do small talk.” His gaze flicked briefly to my bare feet, the faint scars on my ankles, the tension in my shoulders. He noticed everything. Filed it away. “And you,” he said calmly, “are Vivienne Moreau. You bite before you bark, insult when cornered, and prefer attack over retreat even when bleeding.”

“But our Tokyo division is still sitting on the fence. They’re afraid NovaLink’s retaliation might tank their funding.” Natalie frowned, folding her arms. “Then remind them who actually signs their checks.” Adrian stepped in, setting down a hot cup of her favorite jasmine tea. “Already done. I sent them a list of partners who’ve pledged extra support after NovaLink’s collapse. Fear is powerful—but hope pays better.” She gave him a nod of approval. “Any sign of Damien Rourke?” Riley smirked. “Last I heard, he was boarding a private jet to Panama. Looks like he’s running scared.”

The Muertos being relatively new to the upper levels, and likely unaware that the more attention we get, the more likely the Senate is to get involved. Impossible for our overlords not to notice at this point, considering the last overdose was a godsdamned royal which Nico had to handle last week, and has barely spoken a word to me since. Adding pressures to the negotiations on us cleaning this up fast. My brothers are no fonder of the Cartel Princess than she is of them. It’s also this exact situation that had me limiting mine and Rourke’s extracurricular activities in the first place. The titan has always wanted long term, full-time dynamics. It’s his nature as a Daddy Dom. Rourke may look

When he was close enough, I moved towards his ear and whispered, "the first time I met Ellie, I tried to kill her and, in return, Blake almost killed me." "Just expel me from the pack now. I mean, that's what the Alpha said, anyone who goes against her will be forced to live the life of a rogue without the chance of them getting into another pack?" Erick asked with panic in his tone. I loved seeing him like this, seeing just how stressed out he was getting about everything; especially the idea of coming face to face with Blake.

Rory continued to plead but Atlas only smirked at him before he turned his back on Rory to leave her all alone in her room for the rest of the day. "Who is she? Who stole my life from me?" Atlas stopped from walking and slightly turned his head back in her direction, smirking at Rory once again. "She was once a stripper working in Sussex. Did you know that your brother is in love with her too? And, let me just clear it to you. Though she was first hired to be your impostor. She now lives using her real name. Kairos pulled some strings and then things started to fall in their right places."

She thought this person was truly asking for trouble. Atlas: “Should I remember you?” Kalea’s face turned pale. “Mr. Knox, I’m Kalea Rhodes. We’ve met several times before.” She believed that since Atlas had chosen to be with Naomi, he would surely notice her as well. After all, she was a thousand times better than Naomi. “I don’t recognize you. Move aside.” Atlas spoke coldly, then turned to Naomi with a gentle voice: “Naomi, are you hungry? Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Atlas is the future Alpha. His sister is Rue. Their pack protects the country’s history. The rest are mostly herbal farmers.” Ravenna looked at Selene, then at me. Her brow furrowed. “Is she always like this?” I nodded. My stomach twisted. I didn’t even know what a herbal farmer was. I had twenty-four hours to figure it out. Selene kept talking, her voice a steady hum as she listed facts. I soaked it all in until my head felt heavy with info. “You’ll get used to it,” I told Ravenna. I actually liked Selene’s lectures. They felt familiar. “It’s a long drive to Anatolikos.”