The Atlas Six Series Novels & Stories

Chapter Sixty Laila POV “Atlas-” I pleaded and surprisingly he relaxed against my touch. He was mad that Alpha Zick had crossed the line but the way he looked showed that he wouldn’t hold back on making him regret doing something so travail. “Fine. I won’t do anything rash, i will not-” it sounded like he was chanting a mantra to himself. He sighed and turned to me, he eyed me carefully before they met with my eyes. He still had that hooded look, the same as the one he had in his eyes when he teased me.

Atlas drove his black SUV with precision, navigating the winding roads that led to the safehouse. The security measures were intense: guards stationed at strategic points, surveillance cameras covering every angle, and a massive iron gate that swung open only after a thorough inspection. He parked the car and glanced at me, his expression that of concern. "Ready?" he asked, his voice steady but with an edge of tension. I nodded, gripping the handle of my backpack. "Let's do this." We exited the car and walked towards the entrance, where two burly guards in black suits nodded at Atlas and stepped aside. Inside, the decor was minimalistic, almost clinical, and designed for functionality rather

"Good to see you. You look like a lumberjack." "I feel like a pack mule," Atlas groaned, dropping the cheap beer onto our tiny counter. "Do you have any idea how heavy wet mulch is? I've been hauling it for eight weeks. My lower back is destroyed." "Welcome to the working class," I smirked, walking over to grab a beer. I twisted the cap off and handed it to him. "How's the Alabama squad looking for the season?" "We're going to win the National Championship," Atlas stated with absolute, arrogant certainty, taking a long pull from the bottle. He looked at Evans, his dark eyes scanning his brother's face, checking the pupil dilation and the balance. "How's the brain, kid? You cleared?"

She shoots me a thankful see as she permits the divider of haziness to blur whereas I proceed to hold off the other watches, but that’s the opening the protect underneath her needs; presently moved himself, he flings her off, sending her flying into the wall. Atlas has as of now moved, and he charges forward into the werebear on our side, impelling forward like a dull magic-powered torpedo. He tears at his adversary with a savagery one of a kind to him, some way or another overseeing to keep him stuck whereas turning to call to me and Ivy. “Get back into the office!” “What?” I demand. Atlas fair focuses his nose at the entryway to the records room. “The window!”

I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to bright lights. “What the—” “You passed out in the car,” I turned to see Atlas sitting beside me. “The doctor said it was because of the stress, trauma, and…” I frowned, sitting up. “And what?” He glanced around, as the answer was on the walls before he grinned. “We may or may not be expecting another baby.” “What?!” “Don’t — Don’t shout!” “Don’t shout? Atlas I’ve pushed out four babies, darned right I’ll shout if I want to! You need to keep yourself in check!”

ATLAS- THAT MORNING . Atlas’ alarm went off early and he groaned as he grabbed his phone to silence it. The sun was up but it was only six o’clock. He blinked and tried to remember why his alarm was set an hour earlier than usual. The warm body shifting next to him reminded him why.

Travan thundered. Atlas watched as Travan floated mid-air air; his eyes becoming fireballs of light. He realized what the old man is doing--- Travan is summoning all of his powers. The breeze around them quickly grew thick and strong and the heavens grew dark and gloomy and the ground shook. Suddenly, a bolt of light captured Atlas from the heavens. He fell off his feet and growled in pain. "Wh-what...p-power!" his mind cried out. He raised his hand in desperation at the ship with blue lights and almost immediately he was beamed out from the spot where he stood, successfully escaping Travan's powers.

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.

"You were the only one who saw me. If you walk away now... what do I have left? I lost it earlier—I didn't mean any of that. You'll forgive me... won't you?" The more Sharon begged, the more unsettled Chuck got. Even Sebastian and Caroline started to sweat. Was this really the same "helpless" girl she always played? Silence settled over the room. Chuck answered with his back. Caroline forced out a half-hearted attempt at comfort, but it barely landed. Days later, things exploded online. The doctor who gave Yasmine the meds got canned. Benetton and Adelson Corp? Nationwide boycotts. Crowds swarmed Adelson HQ, calling out Sebastian for abusing his adopted daughter.

, Atlas replied. “Why are you playing with me now that I am here?", Bayata asked. “Sure, but first daddy wants you to rest and eat. After that I would play with you as much as you like", he replied, placing her gently on the couch . “I'll leave you guys to it”, Atlas said finally giving me this bombastic side eye look. I knew immediately that he was upset but I chose not to think about it. Whatever that was upsetting him is his luck and he should deal with it himself.