Novel & Cerita The Atlas Paradox

Phil seeing her discomfort pulled her into his embrace and patted her back as he glared at Atlas. "He wrote the wrong symbols. I think he tied their actual souls together so if one dies, so does the other," Atlas surmised. "Let me see the card for Randall again," Phil said sternly and Atlas handed the card to him. His brow creased as he asked the time. Atlas showed him his pocket watch. Phil cursed and vanished leaving Sophia staring at Atlas for answers. Her panic attack was causing her major issues and she was getting lightheaded.

I watched as Atlas grumbled, his frown deepening with evident embarrassment. "But nevermind that!" He abruptly shifted the topic. "There are more pressing matters! I need to get back to my body and prevent the disaster from happening before the banquet!" Initially, I wanted to protest since he didn't even apologize. But then, the mention of the banquet made me raised an eyebrow. "What happened at the banquet?" Atlas’s jaw dropped. "You don’t remember? Well, I don’t know about you, but I died in that chaos." My eyes widened as the gravity of our situation hit me. Right... Atlas died at the banquet. And so did I... which might be why we both returned to the past. But now our bodies were mixed

“No, I mean, your dad is right here so how can you miss him?” Louis stared at me like I had committed a crime. “That’s not Daddy, Mommy.” I got Deja vu immediately. My mind drifted back five years and that night, I confirmed by checking Atlas’ birthmark. So, why were the kids saying Atlas wasn’t Atlas? If he wasn’t Atlas, who was he and where was Atlas? I stood, stumbling. “Ms. Hollens,” Jade caught me. “Please, pull yourself together.” “Jade, something is wrong. I can feel it in my bones. I feel like I have been fixing the right pieces into the wrong puzzle.”

"And you think I'd let her do that? She's some puppet Michael placed here to try to get this company back. She doesn't know anything. She's a woman, for god's sake." The man scoffed, clearly finding his words absurd. "You are your father's son, Atlas. Your father always underestimated women and looked where it brought him." "I'm not him, Cesar." "And Cassandra is not a Carson, she's illegitimate. Use that. Because if you let her inside this place once again, you might lose your seat on the table." Atlas didn't say another word but as soon as Cesar was gone, he lifted his chair and smashed it on the floor.

He closed his eyes and opened them to reveal them glowing like red hot coals. I looked on in total surprise "I know because I was meant to be one," Atlas confessed. "My pack was from Obelisk City. My father died and I was meant to take his place, but I ran away instead. I was fourteen at the time and I thought that the adults could handle it. "I was wrong. I checked back in a few years later and found that my entire pack had either been killed or sold into slavery, all because I acted selfishly." "You were just a kid, Atlas," I muttered solemnly, "It wasn't your fault."

And then the worst part—Kael and Lisa hugging, ganging up against me like I was the villain in some silly story. I rubbed my temples and groaned. “Unbelievable.” “You’re still brooding?” I lifted my head slowly to see Atlas leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, amusement practically dripping off him. He had that look—like a cat who had cornered a mouse and was enjoying the helpless squeaks. “I’m not brooding,” I muttered. “Oh, yes you are,” Atlas said, strolling inside like he owned the place. “That little wrinkle between your eyebrows? That’s the ‘Enzo just got humiliated’ wrinkle.”

“Can you heal it?” Oliver hesitated. That hesitation mattered. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “This isn’t like a person. It’s not even like a pack wound. It’s something that never got closure. It just… stayed open.” He glanced ahead. “Atlas might do more than me here.” Atlas, walking a few steps behind them, did not react. She was watching the ground like she was reading lines only she could see. Her small hand tightened slightly on her notebook. Voss walked near her, silent, watching everything and nothing at once.

If that result could be repeated, Caleb's method was far more significant than anyone had realized. As long as someone could initiate the method, Oscar could intervene and construct the first small circuit for them. The refinement process would then complete itself almost instantly. That changed everything. He needed to know whether the principle held true. "Me?" Atlas shook his head. "My situation isn't the same as Sirius's. His vitalis was destroyed by someone else. My energy channels dried out gradually over time. It's an entirely different condition. Can the same method really apply to both?" Regret was written plainly across his face. He wanted his strength back as desperately as anyone

I knew he had to be the father of the babies that’s why the babies' kicks are strong and they are growing so fast. “Atlas is the father of my baby, my rejected mate, I swear to the moon goddess.” She cried out but I wasn’t having it because she was starting to make me feel stupid so I growled lowly and the atmosphere was suddenly filled with fear I felt sorry a bit for her, but I needed to get the truth out of her.

"There's a thin line between being sarcastic and stupid. Hope you'd figure it out." She clenched her teeth and walked out of the room in embarrassment. "I apologise on behalf of her. She has no idea about it." Atlas Barrette's voice brought me from my trance that now we both are alone in the room. "Don't." I stated. He exhaled his breath and get up only to walk to me. "Hazel, let me give a chance to explain everything." I clicked my tongue. "Ten years. Ten fucking years, Atlas." He rubbed his palm over his face. "I know. I know, okay? But please hear me out."