Atticus Rhodes Novels & Stories

I mouth, and she nods before glancing at Atticus, who looks as if he was carved from stone. "Atticus, are you ready to begin," Logan asks, trying to get a response from Atticus or maybe just a glance. I stare at the stoic face of my friend's mate, and my heart pinches. His eyes are bottomless, and the pull at his mouth screams hatred. It's like he doesn't realize we are even here. It's as I feared Atticus has lost himself. He wants blood. He isn't here to serve justice. He only wants revenge, and that isn't good.

"I figured Axel would be here with you and I didn't know if Mister Ravenswood would have guests." Nodding at him I took a seat next to Axel and wrung my hands while I waited. Five minutes later a heaviness filled the space along with a dark mist. As it started spinning it manifested into a lanky blonde-haired man. Atticus wasn't a very tall gentleman but he oozed power. So much so that I gasped in shock. I watched as he brushed off the arms of his suit coat not yet acknowledging any of us. Daniel had stood quickly and his mouth was hanging open. Axel's brow was furrowed and he appeared less than impressed by the man. "I am not late, am I?" Atticus said firmly, glanced over at me, and froze a

I roar out as Atticus shifts and stalks towards Tony. “You have violated the treaty you swore to uphold, by your participation is causing distress to what is mine and now you will pay the price.” Atticus spits as he lunges forward. Atticus mauls him, tearing into him. Ripping him to shreds. Atticus moves away and I shift back fully clothed. Blood coats the floor, walls and me. “Did you have to make a mess? Could you not have just ripped his throat out? Fuck’s sake Atticus, there is nothing left of him.” I groan out, pinching the bridge of my nose as I walk towards the door of the interrogation room.

’ “I believe you… Shall we go to the hospital? Please don’t be angry at Jackson. He loses control of his strength when he’s mad…” Atticus shook his head, “I’m fine. He did control his strength. I’m alright. I won’t die. Stay with your mother-in-law. Tell her that I’ve never done anything to betray her. My only mistake was in managing this and causing everyone in the city to find out.” He had just spoken when Jackson lunged at Tiffany, dragging her away, “What are you doing? Do you pity him? Don’t you know your place? Get back to the office!”

He had not said what it was for. “To kill someone,” Atticus answered impassively. Lincoln and Rowan were surprised. “Who in Clouspring requires your personal attention?” How could a small place like Clouspring have master-level bigshots? “Clouspring isn’t a famous place, but it’s interesting,” said Atticus. “Titus Wood, Bradley Walton, the extended family of the Wolfenden, and the one I want to kill this time.” Lincoln asked in astonishment, “Bradley Walton… the old patriarch of the Waltons?”

I lie as I walk out the door in search of the boy I cannot get off of my mind. Atticus Preston.

Or will my fate be even worse? I let a childish dream of freedom, and a wolf with kind eyes, ensnare me. Now I am in more danger than ever before. Ethan’s hand curls into a fist at his side. “Oh, let him keep his pet.” The man at the end of the table finally speaks. His voice is as smooth as silk, and, to my surprise, he speaks with a Southlands accent. “Did I ever tell you about the time my mother let me keep a rabbit?” He looks at Robert, before going back to his apple. “When she took it from me, I cried.”

Lucian said pleadingly. "I am willing to humble myself before you publicly to take her back. Just give us back our mate, please," He said, and I heard his voice crack and knew he was crying. "Men that cry are like little boys. Did you get her revenge? You invited a stranger to your home and let him go after he committed an offence at Scarlett's expense. His name isn't Gregory; he is Geoffery, and I have him in a cell for Scarlett's amusement. You do not deserve her, and you know it. It is best you leave and go face Garland. I am sure he is likely to spare your lives if you make him the same offer you just made me.