ATLASBy noon, the hall is set for the event. I sit down on the high table with Enzo seated by my left and other high-ranking men in my pack, leaving an empty seat by the right for Amelia.The air in the hall is charged with tension, with my pack members on the right side and the Midnight Crescent pack on the left. There isn't a rule in the sitting arrangements, but they all seem to have sat as if planned.My sharp eyes scan the hall, noting silent murmurs from each pack, each waiting to reap the heads of the other on my command.Enzo leans in closer, whispering, "Our spy at the mansion says the main reason for the merge is to get rid of you."My jaw clenches at his words as I grip the armrest of my chair, "It has to be Cane," I whisper back, my voice barely audible, the weight of betrayal sinking in. "I think we have a spy in our midst," Enzo informs me.A spy? The realization that one of my own might be plotting against me fuels my anger. Who could it be? My piercing gaze sweeps o
AMELIAMy smile widens at his words, a blush creeping up my cheeks as I raise my head to meet his gaze. "Thank you, Alpha," I reply, my voice soft and melodic, carrying a hint of nervousness. I expected the hall to be packed with guests but considering the weight of this event and the eyes of both packs fixed upon me, I felt my heart skipping a beat with each step I took. Atlas extends his hand towards me across the table as I take a step closer placing my hand on his, he leans forward bringing my hand to his lips and kissing my knuckles as my face reddened from embarrassment. My heart pounds in my chest as I continue to stare at him, his dark silk-like hair slicked back and the suit he had on made him look majestic with the detailing on it, "Join me," he says gesturing me towards the vacant seat next to him. Gracefully I bow my head to him before gliding towards him, calculating each movement I make. As I take my position beside him, he stares at me with a smirk on his face, his
- THIRD PERSON'S POV -Harper's heart pounded in her chest as she desperately paced back and forth across her room. Her mind was consumed with a whirlwind of emotions, a deep sense of betrayal and resentment building within her for Cane.She had plans to stall Atlas, knowing tonight was the wedding, but Cane had beaten her to it and ordered her to be locked up. How could he go ahead with Atlas's plan to wed that mutt, knowing that he was meant to get married to her?Locked away within the confines of her room, Harper felt suffocated by the weight of her anger. She could hear the sounds of drumming and what seemed to be violin playing as she rushed to the door, placing her ear to hear what was going on, but she knew it was to no avail because the hall was far away.She gritted her teeth, kicking the door as she walked around her room; the room grew smaller with each passing moment as the sound of the drums subsided.Her fists clenched as she muttered to herself, "I will just have to tr
AMELIAThe soft melody of laughter and the gentle hum of conversation lingers in my ears as I close the door behind me, the wedding have come to an end faster than I expect and I was grateful it has.It was starting to get boring having to sit down next to Atlas while I watch the pack's wine and dine, I don't know if it was part of their rules but Atlas barely said a word to me.He and Enzo on the other hand, kept whispering things to each other secretly. My gaze soon left him, and at the interval fell on Zayn and Nicole and I could see the resentment on their face.To think once upon a time I use to call them Sir and Ma'am and get abuse by them daily for not cleaning Zayn's room. I shake my head trying to get rid of that thought as the remnants of joy from the wedding still tingle on my skin as I touch my lips where Atlas had kissed me. I pull off the gown and get into the bathroom to take a quick shower.'He is ours now,' Lycia says as I turn on the shower.'Yeah, he is,' I smile a
AMELIAShock and concern fill his eyes as he takes in the scene before him. Harper's bloody nose and tear-streak face, my clenched fist holding her hair tightly."What the hell is going on?" Atlas demands, his voice filled with a mix of anger and worry.His presence startles me, making me release Harper's hair and step back. My heart pounds in my chest as I try to gather myself, not expecting him to witness this altercation.I do not tend to be confrontational but Harper definitely pushed me to the wall this time and I couldn't hold myself back. Harper quickly scrambles to her feet, wiping the blood from her nose with her sleeve. Her eyes flick between Atlas and me, a mixture of fear and anger contorting her features."She attacked me!" Harper accuses, her voice shaky. "She was trying to kill me," she cries out. "I did not attack her," I interject, my voice firm. "She barged into my room and started insulting me. I defended myself."Atlas looks between the two of us, his features st
AMELIAI look up through my lashes to meet his eager eyes boring deep into mine, placing my hands on his thigh I leaned forward kissing the tip of his cock our eyes glued to each other. He seemed unfazed by my action, So I open my mouth wider bringing out my tongue as I lick the tip and I don't miss a shift in his gaze. 'Last night he had pleased us, tonight is our turn,' Lycia says and in a way, she is not wrong. Even though he didn't say it, I could tell he had been holding back his desires for far too long. The desire to make me his, at first I didn't understand that look in his eyes whenever he looked at me so intensely after a kiss but since the mate bond, I could see it more.The hunger in his eyes and the hesitation to take me and make me his. My gaze left his as it fell on his cock, I place my hands on it bringing out my tongue again and this time licking it from bottom to the top as I feel him shudder under my touch. Did he like this? Was he enjoying this? I lick him aga
ATLASShe stares at me confusion etched on her face at my word, "You want to meet Lycia?" She asks narrowing her eyes with a curious look on her face."Lycia," I mutter. Her wolf name sounds even more lovely than I had imagined, "Yes, I want to meet her except she doesn't want to."I have been wanting to meet that little wolf of hers since I could hear her thoughts in my head whenever I looked into Amelia's eyes, her naughty little wolf. I place my hand on the bed supporting my body from collapsing into her as I place my hand on her cheeks caressing it softly.I notice a change in her demeanour under me, her eyes scrutinizing me closely as a smirk falls on my face knowing who I am currently staring at now, this isn't my wildcat. My wildcat would never look at me with such eyes, I place my hand on her chin holding it firmly as her eyes flicker. I sit up properly grabbing my shirt from behind and with one swift pull, it comes over my head as I toss it to the side. Her lips parted at
AMELIAI turn on my bed slowly, stretching out my hand and yawning deeply. My body felt sore especially my inside and my mouth tasted bland, my eyes suddenly snapped open as I sit up on the bed pulling the duvet over my chest.The memories of last night flood my head as my eyes scan the room falling on Atlas sleeping on the bed next to me on his stomach, I place my hand on my forehead trying to remember when I fell asleep.The last I remembered was releasing and Atlas taking me to wash off in the bathroom, did I fall asleep in the bathroom? My eyes flicker as I stare at him sleeping peacefully. I gently reach out and brush a strand of hair away from his face, admiring his chiseled jawline and the way his lips slightly part as he breathes. Biting my bottom lips, images of last night and all the things he did to me flood my memory. How I couldn't keep Lycia in front and had to take over because I just wanted to feel him, feel his wet lips on my body. I never thought I would find som
AMELIA My heart swells with pride and joy as I hug Atlas tightly. I can't believe that he was chosen as the Alpha King. In a way, I dreamt of him being the Alpha King but I was also accepting if he came home otherwise. It all didn't matter to me but this is a testament to his strength, courage, and leadership qualities. He is a good leader who always puts his pack first and I know he will do well to protect his pack and other packs at large. "I'm so proud of you," I whisper this time, my voice thick with emotion. "You're going to do great." He smiles down at me, his eyes filled with love and admiration. "Thank you, my love," he says. "I couldn't have done it without you, so 'We' are going to do great." He gently cups my face in his hands and leans in to kiss me. The kiss is slow yet passionate and filled with all the love and longing we have been feeling for each other during our time apart. When we finally pull away, I can't help but smile. "I love you, Atlas." "I love you," h
_TWO WEEKS LATER_AMELIAI roll over in bed, waking up to the sunlight streaming through the window and casting a warm glow across the room. I stretch and yawn, then roll over to check my phone on the bedside table. There is a message from Atlas.[Good morning, beautiful. Miss you tons here. Another day closer to seeing you. :)]My heart skips a beat as I read his words. It has been two weeks since he left for the Alpha King Chosen Games, and I miss him more than anything. We have been communicating constantly over the phone, but it isn't the same as being with him in person.To think he just got back after being away and now we have to talk over the phone again, I just hope this doesn't become a constant thing. I get out of bed and walk over to the window, looking out at the forest below. The trees are still bare, but I can see the first hints of spring in the air. I wonder what Atlas is doing at that moment. Is he training? Is he competing in one of the challenges? Is he thinking a
~ONE WEEKS LATER ~ATLASIt has been one week since Amelia's mother died, by rites we had to conduct the burial two days later but the burial was shifted to today because Amelia wanted her mother to be cremated.In her words, she doesn't want anyone to be able to use her mother's body ever again. I know her mother's death took a toll on her, so I made sure to keep the burial within the mansion.We stand by her mother's body watching it burn into ashes, Amelia sobs silently in my embrace. She has barely said a full sentence over the past few days, as long as she eats and allows me to comfort her I do not bother her about talking. I understand the pain she must be going through, to lose someone yet again, and this time right before your own eyes knowing you could have saved them if you knew sooner. In a way, she blames Griffin. I saw it in her eyes when we left the room as she cried out in my arms. She blames him for keeping her out of their plans for years and she blames herself more
AMELIA"Don't be, my child," my mother whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not your fault."I shake my head, tears streaming down my face. "But it is," I sob. "I should have been there for you, I should have protected you."If I had not been so naive, if I had been more observant then maybe I would have seen that her death wasn't real. Maybe I would have picked up on her closeness with Griffin and why? I squeeze her hand tightly not wanting to let go of her, tears streaming down my eyes uncontrollably."You couldn't have known," she says softly. "This was meant to happen.""No, it wasn't," I argue. "You didn't deserve this." The Alpha King did this to her, and I am grateful he is dead now but I can't lose her, I can't lose her again. She needs to fight this and stay with me."I know, my sweet," she says. "But it's too late now and we must accept our fate."I grip her hand tightly, refusing to let go. "No, it's not too late," I say fiercely. "I'll find a way to save you.
AMELIAAfter Atlas leaves, I close my eyes hoping to fall asleep but my eyes open at the sound of a knock on the door. I tilt my head slightly to find Griffin by the door with a grin on his face, he steps in and closes the door behind him."Hey," he says walking towards the bed. "I thought to come and check on you after what I heard happened to you."I straighten up on the bed pulling the duvet over my chest, "Atlas told you?" I ask wondering how he knew I was in Atlas room. He shakes his head in a sign of No, "I have my ways Amelia, the only issue I am having currently is getting into your head," he replies grabbing a chair in the corner of the room and placing it next to the bed. His eyes fall on the table broken into pieces by the side of the room as he takes his seat, he smirks at the sight of it and turns his gaze to me. "What have your beloved mate been up to?" He asks. "I thought he would have died by now but turns out he has been able to hold on for a little longer."My eye
ATLAS I get up from the bed reluctantly, my mind filled with worry and uncertainty. As I walk down the corridors of the packhouse towards the living room, I mind-link one of the guards to get me Ophelia but I find her in the living room discussing with one of the guards. "Alpha," she turns around sensing my presence, and bows her head. "I was discussing with the guard to watch over our Luna, I suspected that you might be tired from the journey," she says a hint of concern in her voice."I need to talk to you about something," I reply, my voice filled with urgency as I raise my hand in the air waving the guard off. The guard bows his head and excuses us."Something is happening to me, something strange," I admit to her going to sit down on one of the couches, she follows behind and takes a seat opposite me. Ophelia's eyes narrow as she studies me, sensing the gravity of my words. "What is it?" she asks.Taking a deep breath, I begin to explain everything that has been happening. The
ATLASShe responds eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck. It is a kiss filled with passion and longing. As we break apart, I gaze into her eyes, seeing the love and trust reflecting on me.She sits up and leans closer to me wrapping her hand around my waist and pulling me closer to her, a smirk falls on my face watching what she is doing. She places her head on my chest snuggling in, "You feel so warm," she mutters.I place my hand to her shoulder pushing her off slowly away from me. She raises an eyebrow at me with a questioning look but her eyes soon soften when she sees me getting in bed with her. Pulling her closer to me she snuggles in closer to me again resting her head on my chest as I wrap my hand around her.My hand suddenly trembles on her, I raise it to look at my hand feeling the darkness consuming me again, she raises her head to look at me wondering what's wrong. As her eyes meet mine, her lips part, "your eyes," she says sitting up straight. "It's red." I nod agr
ATLASI stare at her neck yanking her hair further back as she swallows in, her eyes flickering with fear at what I am about to do to her.Placing the silver blade to her neck, a knock suddenly falls on the door. I stare at Easton, and he nods going to check who dared to interrupt us. Easton opens the door slightly making me unable to see who is on the other side but I don't miss the words of the woman behind the door. "Ophelia asked me to inform the Alpha that our Luna is awake."My hardened gaze softens at the realization that Ophelia was able to keep her alive. I let go of Nicole's hair, she breathes out relief washing over her face. "Take care of them," I instruct Easton, gesturing the silver blades toward Zayn and Nicole. "A slow death."Easton nods, "Yes, Alpha."I rush out of the cell following the woman back to my room, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and fear. As I enter, I see Ophelia and the other witches by her bedside. "She is better now but will take awhi
ATLASEaston quickly nods and rushes out of the room to carry out my orders. I can sense the fear emanating from him, knowing that he has let me down in the worst possible way. I turn my attention back to Amelia, my heart aching with every passing second. Her breathing is shallow, and I can see the struggle on her face. It's as if time has slowed down, and the weight of the world rests on my shoulders.I lean closer to her, "I am right here, Wildcat," I say aloud hoping she can hear me.I can feel the connection between us vibrating with energy as if begging her to hold on, to fight. I pour every ounce of love and strength I have into the bond, hoping that it will somehow reach her and ignite a spark of hope within her.Minutes turn into hours, and I refuse to leave her side. I whisper words of encouragement, recounting the moments we've shared, reminding her of the love that we shared. But still, there is no response.I decide to freshen up, I reek of blood and sweat and if she wake