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In the car, Atlas advised me, "When we get back to the Pleca Park, keep it low-key. Ask your mom what they brought back. I don't think they meant a laptop when they said notebook. It's most likely a handwritten book." I nodded, perhaps due to not having rested well in over a day. My heart was racing, and I had a splitting headache. Seeing my condition, Atlas pulled me into his arms, whispering gently, "Relax. I'm here. Don't worry." The car returned to Pleca Park. Before getting out, I took a deep breath. I exited the car with Atlas. Before entering the house, he squeezed my hand. "Relax. I'll be waiting for you in the study."

And he still affects you, even after what he did. There was a lump in her throat by the time she stood in front of the bookcase in her room. She found the atlas easily. Bound in leather with gold embossing on the spine, it stood out amid her collection of ratty paperbacks and well-read travel books. The atlas was designed to look like an antique, but inside, it was quite modern. While there were a handful of prints of gorgeous, hand-drawn maps like the one in her kitchen, most of the images were contemporary and up-to-date. She'd spent hours poring through the pages.

Atlas asked when he saw Alton. Alton looked at me and then at Atlas. "Of course," Alton happily responded. "Come here Mommy, Uncle Alton," Atlas uttered then tapped the space beside him. Alton and I looked at each other before we decided to give in to Atlas's wants. I carefully occupy the space beside Atlas and Alton did the same. Atlas gave his favourite storybook to Alton and after that, Alton started reading the story. When Atlas fell asleep he was about to stand but I stop him.

I was sitting in silk sheets eating while Marcus was rotting and Theo was losing his mind in a hotel room. My phone buzzed on the mattress. I didn't have to look to know it was Theo. I didn't touch it. "I have to travel this morning," Atlas said, checking his watch. "Important work, even for a Saturday. I’ll be back before you know it." He leaned in close, his shadow falling over me. He didn't go for my mouth. He whispered right against my ear, his breath hot enough to make my skin crawl in the best way. "Stay home and rest. I want you recovered by the time I get back." He nipped my ear hard. "Because the second I walk through that door, I’m going to unravel you all over again."

I regret it a little. I picked up my book and moved closer to Atlas, resting my head on his shoulder. "Then I will be very hopeful today." The blowing wind brought Atlas' body fragrance and swirled around. I liked the scent that was thinly drifting up to my nostrils. I don't know what Atlas' face looks like right now, but I feel his touch on my head warmly. I enjoyed my time in that position for quite a while until I finished my book. Then Atlas takes turns leaning against me as the clouds begin to darken.

Really, I was sounding so desperate, and yes, it would probably be easier to pick a bartender or stripped or anybody else and fuck them, but I wanted that fucking blonde ass Theo to see my marks all over Atlas tomorrow. I bet I couldn't hide the mischievous glint in my eyes, and if he had seen it, he wasn't saying a thing about it. "I bet it's the fourth climax by now... In my mind, Theo's hole is dripping with cum, Hunter's dick... throbbing in that hole, twisting and..." "Shut up. We do this once, and it stops." Atlas suddenly dashed forwards both his hands locked at both sides of my face as his lips launched onto mine in a hot, messy kiss. [A special shout out to Tanner Lolly for always l

How could I ever possibly forget that in my past life, Alpha Atlas was openly obsessed with me and wanted me for himself? If only I could not defend myself, he would have succeeded in taking me away to his damn pack! … Author Tina Nwuba: “If you made it to this chapter of my story, that means you love my book (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). So readers, don't forget to shower me with your support. Vote with plenty of gems and leave lots of comments! Thanks <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.

Olivia, her wolf, snapped at her. Amara sighed and made her way back to her room. She was surprised to find Luna Anita seated on her bed, holding the big teddy bear Damon had gifted her. “My Queen, you’re here,” Amara stuttered, confused to see Luna Anita still in her room. Luna Anita didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she just kept caressing the fur of the teddy bear in her arms. “Who got you this, Amara?” Luna Anita asked. This was the first time she had seen the teddy bear in Amara’s room.

At first I was just watching. *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="03b34ae8-9022-40fa-9f53-0220221df68d" data-testid="conversation-turn-428" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="assistant"> Atlas moved like a storm in the cage. Fast. Violent.

He didn't look away; he just tracked me with a look that was intense and hungry. I’m so sorry. The thought that he saw me as a challenge made my pride flare, even as Selah retreated. My lips pulled into a tiny smirk. 'Not mine,' she muttered. "I know a lot of things," Atlas said. His voice was steady, his jaw set. The challenge in his voice made me narrow my eyes. I pointed a finger at the stone fountain. "Fine, genius. Explain that, then." "It’s a wolf," he said simply. "With snakes on its legs."