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Alive. Halfway down. The aisle felt endless. Infinite. Like walking into death. Into nothing. Into forever as someone else. Three-quarters. Almost there. Almost gone. Then they reached the altar. Dante stepped forward. Hand extended. Taking her. Claiming her. Atlas had to to let go. Had to release her. Had to to give her away. The priest spoke. "Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" Atlas's throat closed. The words words wouldn't come. Couldn't come. He was giving her to her father's killer. Her husband's murderer. Her destroyer.

Ethan was of course helpful, as throughout the road he kept making different calls, enquiring about the guests at the funeral and more about the car that took Atlas, and I was grateful for that. We had now arrived at the address; it was just an old building, which I didn’t mind as I got out of the car and ran toward the woman who was now waving at me; she was still dressed in black. “What do you know? Where’s Atlas?” I asked as soon as I reached her, and she shook her head, “Say the words.” I was trying so hard not to lose my sh*t with her. “I don’t know Mr. Winters; I honestly don’t,” she started sobbing.

Samantha. “He needs to go now, okay?” I made an attempt to loosen Atlas's grip from Alfred's wrist, but Atlas shrugged in resistance. “I want to go with my daddy.” Atlas cried, his voice echoing through the hotel room. The way he and Alfred have bonded within these few days, came as a total shock to me. They seemed as though they had always known themselves all their lives. “Sweetheart,” Alfred uttered calmly, placing a hand on Atlas's shoulder. “I need to go now, so that you and Mummy can retire to bed early. Remember you two had a long hour flight down to New York.”

She would probably enjoy a little peace and quiet to have to herself after the whirlwind it had been the last week. God knows Atlas needed a few minutes alone. He glanced at his watch and nodded to himself. He was on schedule and he would arrive at work at the time he normally did. Atlas hadn’t been able to see the news that morning because he had taken extra time to knot Anais, so he checked his phone on the way to the lobby. He called a good morning when he was greeted as he exited the elevator and thanked Garth as he held the door for him. Alfie was at the curb with the car door open for him as he exited the building and Atlas slipped in with a quiet murmur of thanks while he continued

How utterly meaningless. She slowly closed her eyes, silently hoping the doctor this time would be an incompetent one. Meanwhile, Naomi was dragging Atlas around Hollywood. After several laps, she finally stopped when she spotted a film crew in the distance. “Atty, I think they’re filming something over there.” Atlas followed her gaze. Sure enough, there were cameras and crew. “Want to go take a look?” “No way. That’s a production set—they’d never let us in.” Atlas rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Not necessarily impossible.”

“You have a job to finish, Lilith. Isn't that the reason you came here? Don't worry, I won't stand in your way anymore. I understand our relationship clearly now, and I will not bother you with useless feelings." Useless feeling? What was he talking about? Right now, I wish I could read his mind and figure out which of his screws is loose so that I can tighten it back. “Eat Lilith. You are not starving yourself to death before you finish the list." Atlas said in a cold tone. "Don't make me late for work.”. "I resigned from the organization yesterday, Atlas. All I want now is to walk away from this and start over." I mumbled, struggling to hold my tears in my eyelid.

I gave him a silent nod of approval. Then, Carter stood up, intending to kiss my cheek when he saw how considerate I was being. But I turned away. He frowned slightly. I felt disgusted and casually explained, "There are surveillance cameras here. Didn't you say you didn't want people to know about us?" In response, Carter simply smiled and gave me an understanding nod before leaving. However, he hadn't been gone for long before I received a flurry of messages on my phone.

A note and a bank card that the bridal stylist had handed me earlier sat there. The bank card held ten million dollars. It seemed that this was her way of settling the score for the kindness I'd shown her all these years. The note, however, bore only one line in her handwriting: "Caleb, I wish you and Vivian a happy marriage." I crumpled the note in my hand, then booked a flight to Ironden. During the entire ten-hour flight, I didn't close my eyes once.

When he heard me coughing, he immediately stubbed it out. "Sorry. I forgot you can't stand the smell of smoke." "It's fine," I said flatly. Then, we fell silent again. After a long pause, Lucas tried to start a conversation again. "I'm sorry I'm late. Something came up with Olivia." "Heh." I let out a mocking laugh. "It's fine." This time, Lucas said nothing more. The summer rain left as quickly as it came. Soon, the downpour subsided, leaving only the earthy fragrance of damp soil in the air.

"I'm really sorry for what happened between my maid and your mate." "It's fine!" Atlas snapped at him, and he nodded slowly. The rest of the party was eventless but Harper couldn't get what happened off her mind. First, her Alpha had been staring at me, and I still had to stain her dress with wine. She wanted to know who exactly I was. At exactly 5pm, Alpha Atlas left the Pack house of the Night Wind Pack. They hopped into the Bentley and it drove out of the compound as they bid goodbye. There was silence between Harper and Alpha Atlas as they drove down to the city. Atlas was drowned in thoughts and Allison while Harper was thinking of how he had spoken to her at the party.