Self-Control

POV: Alpha Atlas

It takes every ounce of self-control that I have to set Echo down in front of the basement door instead of taking her right here and now. The biggest thing stopping me is knowing what she’s been through, and that she is definitely not ready for something like that.

I knew I’d messed up after the first couple of steps. Who’d have thought that carrying your mate like that would be so damn arousing!?

I feel apprehensive about seeing her room, now that I realize it’s in the basement, and not with the rooms for the rest of the pack. ‘Maybe they have more rooms down here?’ Zev chimes in hopefully.

They had been calling her the pack slave, and when I saw the varying locks on the door in front of us, my entire body tensed. I don’t know what I’d expected after seeing how badly marred her body is, but I thought she was only locked in the basement for punishment.

She opened the door, and while I had intended for her to show me the room herself, I couldn’t stop myself from sl