All Chapters of Blood and Moon: Book Two - Onyx: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Atlas’ POVThe words left my mouth before I could even think about it, and I didn’t really give a shit. I never cared who knew in the first place really. She was the one being weird about it, but since she was the cause of all these problems, I no longer cared about keeping any secrets on her behalf. But I would deal with her later. Because at that moment, I was on a rampage. I almost ripped Arron’s head from his shoulders, one of my own, someone who I considered a friend, and yet I would have killed him without another thought for disrespecting her like that had it not been for Wolfe and Manix holding me back.How dare he touch what is mine? The thought of his fingers on her precious skin sent another flare of rage through me as I tightened my grip around his neck. I could snap it so easily. The power that grew inside seemed to be radiating from my hands. I will tear off the limbs that wish to touch what was mine. She belonged to me and only me. I think I had made that clear.Yet aga

As can be expected, apologies were never my strong suit. Maybe it was the fact that I was so very rarely wrong, therefore the need to apologize seldom came. But for some reason I could not let him walk away without knowing I had felt a miniscule amount of remorse for my part in what happened. I would not admit fault in that situation, though. Only that I had not intended to cause him pain. I did not actually do anything wrong. How was I to know he would be able to sense my intimate interactions with others? That was a rather odd and disturbing effect of the mate bond. If I had known that he would have been able to feel what was happening, would that have changed anything? I wanted to tell myself the answer to that would be no, but I felt that was yet another lie.That little move he did right before he left had me in a state of shock. I had not foreseen him flipping my attempt of seduction around in such a way. I tried to remain calm, but my body betrayed me once again. That seemed to

My senses guided me directly to him. I was offended these creatures dare attack the place I would be lying my head for the next couple of days. Right then, I felt the need to be near him, the need to assist, and even protect these wolves who could not protect themselves. There was too much going on to doubt or second guess my actions. Those were all foreign feelings, but I would ponder on them later. Any false moves could lead to an untimely death for me and my never faltering self-preservation had kicked in. I would live to see another day and if that meant fighting alongside them, so be it. In that moment, I had a mission, and it was a mission I would see through to the end.As soon as I saw him in the midst of battle, my heart thumped betraying me. It was not that I feared for his safety. I had no doubt he would be unharmed. After all, I had witnessed firsthand the power he possessed, but still, being close to him in that moment felt… exhilarating. I watched in awe as he tore throug

“Yeah, actually you are.” The she-wolf looked at me in a menacing manner crossing her arms as if she meant to be intimidating. Pathetic. She begged for attention from someone who clearly held no interest. I heard her words before, and I did not take lightly the fact that she seemed to show little remorse for the wolves who lost their lives the night before while I’m sure she was somewhere tucked away safely with no real threat of harm. I also had not forgotten the way she looked at me with not a sliver of sadness during a memorial meant to honor those same wolves. Did she have no compassion or humility? No matter. I had a knack for humbling others quickly.“Hmm. I was speaking to your future alpha. You hold no authority over me. In fact, it seems you hold no authority over anyone in this room. Is your haste to become luna blinding you in such a way that you would disrespect those who gave their lives in order for you to stand where you are now? How despicable.” My eyes da

I stared at the ceiling of a room that was not mine, lying in a bed that did not belong to me inside a house full of wolves, those who I once considered my enemy. The space was dark, but my sight was not affected. At some point someone had made adjustments to my room to prevent any light from the sun entering, a thoughtful gesture from those who were meant to dislike me.What was I doing here? There were still two nights left based on the agreement I made with the wolf, but the agreement was not binding. It was verbal. I could leave at any time, and yet I found myself getting comfortable and unwilling to do that.My thoughts were all over the place. I felt guilt thinking about what happened before I arrived. I left Elijah, my betrothed, in the midst of an intimate moment to be with someone else. Something had started to develop between me and Elijah, but now he rarely crossed my mind and I don’t think of him that way. Now, another was occupying that space.Originally the reason