All Chapters of Straying Echo: Fighting to Escape an Obsessed Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV: Atlas I wrapped my arms around my mate and pulled her even closer. The reality of how close she had come to rejecting me made my heart throb. To think that she loved us so much that she would go to the extent she nearly had to ensure our happiness made us feel so incredibly fortunate to have her as our mate. If only she realized just how perfect she was, as both my mate and my future Luna. She never ceased to amaze me with how she approached things and how she treated those around her. The key, I am realizing, is going to be getting her to realize it herself, as clearly, she didn’t believe me when I told her. “Goddess, I am so sorry, Atlas!” She suddenly blurts out, pulling back just enough to bury her face in her hands. “I am so embarrassed and frustrated with myself. I almost rejected you, for Goddess’s sake! I’ve never felt that way before. I was so angry and overwhelmed by the way she looked at you. Compared to her, I felt like a child! I had no idea how to deal with everyt

POV: Atlas Dammit, I really, truly am an idiot, a fact Zev has been reminding me of every thirty seconds. As though he had been any better, done any better. I can’t believe I had allowed myself to become so lost in the moment that I’d forgotten to watch where I was kissing, forgotten to watch for her scars. Sighing, I buried my face in my hands, with my elbows resting on the bed in front of me. It was obvious that from now on, I would have to be more aware. The second I’d accidentally touched my lips to the scar he carved into her back, she had disappeared directly into her personal hell, and there was no pulling her back out. Raising my head, I grasped her hand gently, and leaned my head back, blinking away tears as the mere memory of her terror and pain that had flooded through our ever-forming bond devastated me all over again. To think that it had only been a fraction of what she felt, that the level of pain I’d felt was only a small piece of her reality filtering through the in

POV: Echo Fascinated, I watched as Beta Travis swiftly made his way across the room and went to scoop Gwen into a hug. He only stopped when she raised a hand, motioning for him to stop, before turning to us. “Alpha, Luna, may I be excused? Cordelia has my number to contact me should my assistance be needed, and I…” She asked, straining to ignore her mate in order to focus on her job. Atlas cut her off quickly. “Go be with your mate, Gwen! He has been looking forward to this for a long time. We will call if we need you.” He excused her, barely containing a chuckle, and Travis wasted no time scooping her up and carrying her from the room. The moment they closed the door behind them, Atlas laughed, shaking his head. I smiled shyly, looking at him, slightly confused. “That right there is the one and only reason that I would ever allow Travis or anyone to ever come barging into my room like that. Especially right now.” He explains, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. Nodding

POV: Echo Curiosity builds as Atlas continued leading me towards the far side of the pack village, towards a handful of smaller houses that sit just outside of the tree line, their doors facing the rest of the pack. I know they can’t possibly be family housing, as they aren’t big enough to house more than one or two wolves at most. The houses are done up in pale pinks, yellows, greens, and blues, and the small garden beds are some of the best growing and well-maintained within the pack. The houses look like something out of a storybook, and I can’t help but stare at them in wonder. When Atlas turns towards the slightly larger green-painted house that sits directly in the middle of them all, I stop walking, bringing us to a screeching halt, and causing Atlas to turn and look at me. Staring at the house, I shiver slightly as I feel a kind of aura radiating from it that I don’t recognize. It’s strong and comes from more than one wolf. However, it is not the aura of an Alpha or any othe

POV: Echo Shaking my head back and forth, I whimpered slightly as I was assaulted by a month’s worth of hellish memories in thirty seconds. In front of me was the wolf whose photo I’d been forced to look at every day for a month while I was beaten within an inch of my life. The photo of the wolf whose decision to leave resulted in being forced to stare at his photo in front of me while a cigarette was butted out on my shoulder. I’d only ever looked away once, and Alpha Jarrod had punched me before relighting the cigarette and putting it right back on the burn he took it off of. Atlas pulled me into his chest and rubbed my back as I trembled, inhaling his scent to help fend off the panic that was trying to crawl its way out of my chest. It didn’t take long for my breath to even out and the memories to recede, thankfully, and Atlas gently leaned me away just enough to look at me. “Are you okay, Little Warrior?” He asked, searching my face for signs of distress. Nodding, I wrapped my a