Chapter 29
The clearing in the forest echoed with the sharp clink of steel against ball and the sound of supernatural feet pounding into the earth. Rain hadn't started yet, but the storm was close with lightning danced along the horizon, casting brief flashes of silver across the figures darting through the open field.
Atlas rolled his shoulder back, adjusting the grip on the bat in his hand inside his car- their team's resting booth. He was dressed casually in a black compression shirt that clung to his sculpted torso and dark joggers, a stark contrast to Emmett, who was bare-armed and grinning like a beast out for blood.
"Getting tired, rich boy?" Emmett teased as he crouched near third base, flexing dramatically. "Thought your kind were good at everything."
"I'd say the same, mountain boy," Atlas replied smoothly, twirling the bat once and pointing at Emmett. "Didn't think super strength came with subpar hand-eye coordination."
Laughter erupted from both teams, and Bella standing near Esme as umpire covered her mouth to stifle her amusement. She looked small compared to the rest, weak and vulnerable in a game dominated by supernatural speed and strength. But her eyes sparkled with excitement, cheeks pink from the thrill of the moment.
The game had been brutal. Fast and competitive. The Cullens didn't hold back, not with each other, and certainly not with Atlas, who held his own through sheer skill, strategy, and the occasional flex of raw power. Still, his team Atlas, Renée, Rosalie, Alice, and Esme was trailing by a couple of runs.
Jasper had been deadly accurate scoring more hits than any. Carlisle reliable, hitting every important shots. Edward defence has been the best, choking more than half offence coming at him. Emmett, however, was the real challenge, despite being not as precise as Jesper his hits were monstrous. More often than not they resulted in homers.
Now they were in the final inning with two runs behind.
Bottom of the final inning.
Atlas's team- Renée, Alice, Rosalie, Esme, and himself was on the verge of a narrow loss to the Cullen boys, and Emmett was eating it up.
"You giving up already?" Emmett called from his position, slamming his fist into his glove. "C'mon, billionaire! Where's that elite performance I've heard so much about?"
Atlas smirked and didn't reply, his gaze flicking to the sidelines where Alice and Rosalie stood close closer than usual. Whispering. Their eyes drifted toward him, lingering longer than necessary.
Rosalie's smile was slow and sultry, her fingers brushing down the curve of her thigh in a deliberately lazy motion. Alice, beside her, gave a little bounce on her toes and flashed him a wink mischievous and entirely knowing.
They didn't say a word.
They didn't have to, their intention's colour was bolder than shara.
Atlas raised a brow in understanding. The challenge was clear. Win the game… and they'd reward him together.
He rolled his neck, inhaled deeply, and lowered his psychic shields just enough to brush against Edythe's surface thoughts. She was focused, calculating the next pitch for Renée- a fastball aimed low and away.
Perfect.
He flicked his gaze to Renée on deck, giving her a subtle nod and whispering under his breath with no sound. She met his eyes and read his lips with her dynamic vision. A grinned like that of a predator's made to her sunny face as she stepped up to the plate just as Edythe released the ball.
It was fast, faster than most bullets but with trajectory already known to Renée the speed was nothing special to her vampiric senses.
She swung her bat with no hesitation. "Crack!" The ball whipped past the clearing, getting lost in the dense forest. Edward and Jesper blurred after the ball but by the time one them caught the ball and send it back Renée already took first base.
Team Atlas cheered, even Bella jumped in celebration before getting embarrassed from looks she received from everyone.
"S-safe!" She announced with a red face.
Next came Alice. Atlas relayed Edythe's next planned pitch to her: high and inside, trying to jam her swing. Alice was ready.
Another solid hit followed, letting Renée successfully reached the second base and Alice first.
Rosalie was third. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes gleamed with cunning. Edythe intended a breaking ball Rosalie adjusted, cracked it down the left field line.
With her swing the bases were loaded. Renée third, Alice second and Rosalie first.
Finally it was Atlas's turn, he calmly took one of the bat and walked to plate. He stood in book perfect batting stance looking ahead at Edythe
Emmett's laughter had died down, replaced by narrowed eyes. "You guys planning something?" he muttered from third base.
Bella called out from behind him, "No pressure!"
He chuckled softly.
Then he closed his eyes and reached inward not deep enough to draw attention, but just enough to enhance his timing, his strength, his balance. Psychic energy surged through his limbs like a quiet flame, boosting muscle coordination, sharpening his reflexes.
Edythe wound up.
Atlas saw the pitch coming before she released it thanks to her thoughts still echoing in his mind.
A Fast ball to the center. Clean no trick just pure power.
And as the ball reached his radius he swung, holding back nothing. The wind roared in resistance before he broke the sound barrier. The metal bat he was holding got bend as it made contact with the ball.
"CLINK!!!" A thunderous sound echoed as the ball exploded off the bat. A kind of sound that made the forest go silent. The ball arced higher and higher, disappearing into the trees far beyond the outfield.
Gone.
Dead silence, then chaos.
Renée tore from third base and leapt onto home plate with a shout. Alice followed and then Rosalie.
Atlas jogged behind them, slow and smug, his gaze never leaving Emmett's face.
"I don't know what I hate more," Emmett muttered, scowling, "losing to you… or that stupid grin on your face."
Atlas passed him with a casual clap to the shoulder. "Better get used to it since it won't be last.
Emmeth grumble at his smug look before Bella jumped up and down from the sidelines, laughing and calling the final score. "That's it! Game over, Atlas's team wins!"
Rosalie was already walking toward him, brushing her hair off her shoulder in a way that was completely unnecessary but devastating. Alice joined her, casually bumping her hip into Rosalie's as they stood before him.
"Nice swing," Alice said innocently.
Rosalie didn't speak. She just stared at him with a look that said all needed to said.
Atlas lifted a brow. "I take it I passed the test?"
Rosalie gave him a single, deliberate nod. Alice only smiled, grabbing his hand to pull him toward the others as the Cullens began to regroup.
Behind them, rain finally broke over the mountains, soft at first, then growing louder.
But to Atlas, it wasn't the storm rolling that thrilled him. Not because of Alice and Rosalie's promise. Not emtirely at least as it was later.
He was excited because of the upcoming canon even, his first canon event.
Chapter 30
Third Perspective| Bella
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The forest clearing still echoed with laughter as the Cullen's and Wolfe's gathered. Emmett grumbled dramatically while the rest of Atlas's team basked in their victory. Rosalie tossed a smug wink toward Atals, while Alice danced in playful circles around a sulking Edward.
"Come on, Em," Atlas teased, arms folded over his chest. "You win some, you lose spectacularly."
Renée snorted. "I think I like him better like this. Quiet and pouting."
Bella chuckled from the sideline, still clutching her notepad like a scoreboard trophy, her heart racing from the europic energy that had came with her team wining. Yes her team. Bella despite being an empire was cheering Atlas.
She wasn't neutral but so what no one can blame her for it. One side was Atlas while other was Edward who she hates from her guts. It obvious who she wants to win
Bella enjoyed the victory with Atlas's team while ignoring the Edward's gaze like she did for the whole game.
She doesn't care about his hurt eyes nor the guilt behind them. She was past it and her mind was dead set on breaking their bond.
And prove it Bella scurry close to Atlas and hugged him tightly, enjoying the betrayed look on Edward but more so than that she enjoyed Atlas warmth and feeling of safety that came when his massive arms wrapped around her small body.
She gave a content smile in his embrace, enjoying his hard coiled muscles around her soft body. She would have stayed in those big arms all the way home, but unfortunately all good things come to an end and it did too.
She was enjoying Atlas warmth when in an instant, everything changed.
Alice froze mid-step. Her eyes glazed over, her body tensing like a spring. Silence dropped over the field like a curtain. Rosalie was at her side in a blink, steadying her. Atlas's eyes narrowed sharply as he let her go and moved beside Alice.
Then Alice exhaled and blinked rapidly, returning to the present.
"They're coming," she said. "Three nomads. They caught the sound of the game. They're almost here."
No one spoke. The Cullens turned as one, alert, guarded. Even Emmett forgot his loss, his broad shoulders stiffening.
Carlisle stepped forward and gave Atlas a look. "We'll try to keep things civil."
Atlas gave a slow, distracted nod but his eyes were no longer focused. Bella noticed first.
He looked… distant. Uncharacteristically so.
Before she could ask, the wind shifted.
The nomad arrived fast not giving them much chance to adjust. A group of three vampires moving with easy grace.
The first one a black, tall and refined, he introduced himself as Laurent. The seconds was also handome but he had a look of predator, his wild eyes for some reason not leaving her, Laurent introduced him- James. The last one was beautiful curvy woman with red curly hair like wildfire. And Laurent introduced her, Bella caught her eyes locked onto Atlas for just a fraction of a second longer than the others.
Carlisle moved forward, speaking with quiet diplomacy, his voice smooth and non-threatening. Laurent answered cordially, even smiling.
Then the breeze changed again, cutting directly across Bella's exposed form.
James stopped moving and his head snapped toward her.
His nostrils flared. A slow, sick smile spread across his face.
Atlas tensed, his thoughtful look fading but before he could even blink, Renée was in front of Bella with a growl that split the air.
Rosalie followed, sliding into place with an elegance that belied her fury.
Alice, barely a breath behind them, stood to Bella's left, eyes narrowed into slits.
Bella stood frozen as three women formed a wall between her and the predator, a greatful feeling bloomed in her, whatever jealousy he felt towards Rosalie and Alice dying completely.
James tilted his head, amused. "Interesting…"
But Victoria's hand touched his wrist, stopping him from taking another step forward.
"Not here," Laurent said sharply, stepping in. "We didn't come for trouble."
Carlisle replied with a suprising level of cold in his voice. "Then don't start any." The Cullens gathered behind him all baring teeth ready to fight at his command.
James stared for a long moment before stepping back with a mocking smirk. "Very well. We'll be going."
But his eyes never left Bella.
And neither did Atlas's.
Even as the nomads turned and vanished into the trees, Atlas stood rooted to the same spot, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. The Cullens closed ranks around Bella, protective and wary. Carlisle stepped closer to Atlas.
"James has… habits," Carlisle said quietly. "If he fixates, he won't stop until-"
"I know," Atlas said, voice flat.
Carlisle's eyes narrowed slightly. "Then we should prepare."
Another distracted nod.
Rosalie frowned at his reaction and took his hand. "We're heading back."
Chapter 31
The drive to the mansion was quiet at first. Bella sat nestled beside Alice and Rosalie in the back, a little pale. Renée drove, knuckles white on the wheel. Atlas sat in the passenger seat, silent as stone.
It was Renée who broke the quiet.
"Atlas… what happened? You have been out ever since those vampires showed." Her voice wasn't angry or accusatory for not reacting as he should against someome threatening her daughter, it was confused as she continued.
"I know you, Atlas. I've seen what you do to people who threaten those you love. The way James looked at Bella… why didn't you act?"
Atlas didn't answer right away. His eyes stared out the window, unfocused. The sound of the tires on wet gravel filled the space for too long before he finally spoke.
"…Because I wasn't thinking about him."
Everyone looked at him as drawl "I was thinking about her."
Silence rippled through the car like a chill breeze once he finished.
"Victoria," he clarified, softly. "She's one of my mate."
Shock bloomed in the silence. Renée's hands tightened on the wheel.
Alice tilted her head slightly, unreadable. Rosalie's expression hardened with suspicion, but she said nothing.
"I felt it the moment she arrived," Atlas continued, voice low. "One of the threads coming to life like it did when I first saw Rose and Alice. She too felt the bond but she was confused. It made me read her thoughts. She was confused because she thinks James is her mate. He manipulated her into believing that. How? I don't know but he's s been using her."
Rosalie's voice was sharp. "What are you going to do?"
Atlas turned slightly toward her, eyes glowing with something cold.
"James dies. That's not even a question. He's gone the moment I get close enough. This time I was too shocked and busy reading his and Victoria's mind."
His voice dropped, dark and unflinching.
"And he's going to suffer. For what he did to Victoria. And… for what he did to Alice."
Alice slightly flinched at those words, not sure where she comes in this. She looked Atlas in question.
"As I said I read his mind," Atlas said, looking back at Alice. "He turned you, Alice. He's the reason you don't remember your human life. He tormented you for so long that your mind buried your memories… just to survive."
The car went dead quiet after that, no one breathed.
Alice sat still, hands folded in her lap, eyes shadowed. Then, finally, she smiled. Soft and sad. But strong with conviction.
"I don't care."
Everyone looked at her as she continued
"I don't care about my past. It's gone. I've made peace with that long ago." She looked at Rosalie, then Renée, then Bella before her eyes met Atlas's. "I care about you guys. I care about my happy future with all of you not said past with him." Her voice came out steady. Fierce and without any lingering doubts
"I don't need those memories to know who I am now."
Rosalie reached out, gently threading her fingers through Alice's.
Renée gave a small, admiring smile.
Bella, eyes misting as whispered in admiration "You're incredible."
Atlas turned fully in his seat, his expression filled with awe and admiration.
"What good deed did I ever commit to deserve mates like you?" he said softly. "Like all of you."
The girls laughed with love struck face. The tension eased like steam after rain.
Rosalie leaned forward with a smirk. "We're blessings, Atlas. Don't ever forget that."
"I won't," he said immediately, hand on his chest. "Swear it."
After that the girls started asking more questions about james and what he found.
They reached the house amidst their conversation.
They moved to the master room and got settled down on the massive bed. Only Bella didn't as she was standing at the door of the room.
Just as she was turning back in disappointment Alice voice stopped her.
"Where are you Bella? Come join us. Its best you stay with us in case James attack." Bella turned to her voice, seeing a mischievous look on Alice face. She then looked at Atlas in permission who nodded.
Bella beamed, her disappointment fading as she too crawled in. The girls made space without question.
Bella found a place on one of Atlas's shoulder and snuggle to him, letting all her worry fade.
Chapter 32
Victoria's POV |
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Something was wrong.
As Victoria stood atop a moss-draped pine, her fiery red curls flickering in the breeze, she kept her gaze fixed on the trail her coven had abandoned. The clearing echoed in her mind, the blur of bodies, that human girl's scent, the blue eyed man she didn't know.
No, not didn't know. That was the problem. She felt something.
He'd stood still when he should've attacked. His eyes had locked with hers, and for a split, impossible second, she felt as though she had been seen, truly seen like prey and something else. Her chest clenched now at the memory, at the confusing churn of instincts and… longing?
She shook her head violently.
"This is absurd," she whispered.
Her kind didn't feel. Not this. Not the way her thoughts kept trailing back to him, his raven hair, the tilt of his head, the pleasant calm in his shining eyes. He had looked at her like she was eight wonder. Like-A soft thud broke her spiraling thoughts.
It was Laurent.
He approached quietly, looking uncharacteristically tense. "Victoria," he began cautiously, "I think James is missing."
She frowned, a surge of panic churn in her heart. "What do you mean missing?"
"He hasn't returned since we left the field. I've looked along every familiar trail and haven't caught his scent for miles."
Victoria narrowed her eyes, ice pooling in her gut.
"I'm afraid…" Laurent continued. "He might've gone after that human girl, the one with the Cullens."
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Bella's POV |
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The next three days passed like a surreal dream laced with hidden warnings.
Every morning, Atlas was there at the door before she even touched the handle, waiting with coffee in hand and his sleek black BMW idling at the curb. His smile was gentle, but his eyes held an edge. They were focused, intense, and had dangerous feeling to them. He never said it aloud, but she knew. He was watching for James, waiting for him to show up to end him once and for all.
When they pulled up to Forks High, he always stepped out first, eyes scanning the lot before opening her door like an old-fashioned gentleman. And even though Bella rolled her eyes playfully, part of her secretly loved it-no scratch that her whole being loved it. Specially when he goes so many lengths to hide his identity.
Atlas is popular and the richest man on the planet. If he randomly showed up in some high school in a backwater place like Forks it will blew up a storm. The peaceful Forks won't be peaceful no more with hundreds of news channels and government officials roaming to meet the man who has shaken the world.
A reason why Atlas never considered going school normally. He would never able to go there normally in the first.
Heck she has even heard him muttering when mom asked him to go school. "I will never understand how "others" even go to highschool in those "works" and everyone is fine with their fame and power."
Although she doesn't understand what he meant by them but she gets a gist of it. At least she thinks she does cause some times Atlas just talk in different dimensions. She just takes that a perk of being a genius.
Anyway at school, the days were… ordinary. As ordinary as they could be with one vampire always trailing her. It was always either Rosalie or Alice, two people who are becoming very precious to her. They had become her first true girl friends and their genuinity and secrecy had made her open to them. Well it also helps they are Atlas's lover and her future- her future…ughh she too embarrassed to say that but yeah they will be her sister in future.
Other than that nothing changed- Jessica still gossiped, Mike tried to flirt, and classes still went like always.
The only change that happened wasn't around her it was within her. She had noticed her feelings for Atlas deepening, his care and protectiveness for her breaking that final barrier she didn't knew she had.
She let go of everything and decided to devote her everything to Atlas. At this point she was sure if Atlas asked for her life she would not hesitate to give.
Other than that one more thing changed, it was Atlas behaviour. He stopped forcing himself from reciprocating her advances. Now he plays along with her flirting and also flirts back. He doesn't back away from her physical touch anymore but embraces, enjoys and never failed to show her how much.
He doesn't take away his eyes from her exposed body no longer. No he looks at her intentionally cleavage, admires her panty clad ass, devoured her body with his hungry eyes.
But still he never go far from that, he waits and give her time to adapt. She knows once James is dealt with and her birthday comes Atlas would finally do what she only has seen him do to mom. And she can't say she wasn't excited from that.
She can't wait to kiss him and have her body be devoured like he does with his eyes.
After school Atlas drives her home. At night after dinner, she'd curl up beside him on the couch while Rosalie or Alice talked about Volturi politics or Renée recounted her early days as a newborn. But Bella only ever heard half of it. The other half of her focus always remained tethered to the soft warmth of Atlas's arm resting behind her on the couch… or the way his voice dropped when he spoke just to her.
He'd glance at her sometimes, those eyes like brighest sky never fails to draw her in.
She can never imagine belonging to any other man. Mate or not she was sure Atlas was the only man she could ever love like that. Only man who can pull her like he does.
God, she has hopelessly fallen, isn't she?
And yet, when everything was going well, just as her world was beginning to make sense again, it fractured. The world reminded her she wasn't living in romantic movie where everything can be fixed with love or as Atlas called plot armour.
A call came on the third night. She was in the bathroom, doing her daily ritual before bed when her phone buzzed.
She picked it up, barely glancing at the ID, assuming it was Jessica calling for her usual gossip or for asking how she has gotten so close to the Cullens again.
But the voice that came through made her blood freeze.
"Hello, Bella."
She stood straight, the toothbrush dropping from her mouth and hitting the floor with a soft clang.
"James?" she whispered, heart slamming into her ribs.
"Ah!~ So you remember me? Good. That makes things easier." His voice was smooth, cold, delighted. "Now don't scream, or Daddy gets it. Say hi to Charlie."
In the background, she heard a muffled groan. Something heavy being dragged.
"No please don't hurt him-" She panicked which was wrong move when you are dealing with a psychopath like James.
He chuckled at her reaction before speaking in his sickening playful tone "Then listen carefully. Come to Forks High midnight. And don't forget to come alone. If I even smell another vampire… I'll gut your father before you can blink."
Her voice cracked. "Why?"
"Because I want to watch you break. That's what they cares about, right? That coven and that hybrid freak that's what he is, right? who thought I will meet an abomination even by vampire standards here? Let's see how the freaks react?"
And then the line went dead.
Bella stared at her phone, her breath shallow, the silence around her suddenly unbearable.
Her hands trembled. Charlie was in danger. And if she didn't go at midnight she was sure James would kill him.
For a moment she thought telling Atlas. But she shook her head quickly. James would kill Charlie the moment he felt Atlas anywhere close.
For all their akwardness, Charlie and her relations wasn't bad. He was a good father and even though she hasn't seen him in years or even remember his face clearly she doesn't want him to die.
To save him, she had to go alone.
Chapter 33
Bella's POV |
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She looked at the clock 23:00, midnight has almost arrived so did the moment she was waiting for.
The house was silent, the kind of silence that rings in your ears. Rose and Alice were at Cullen's residence. Mom was in her room waiting for Atlas to finish his daily routine meetings he did with his coven members managing his empire.
It was the perfect moment to sneak out without being noticed and sneak she did.
She didn't leave a note. What could she even write? "Don't follow me, I'm going to die."
No. There was no point.
Her hands trembled as she grabbed the car keys. One of Atlas's car. It was Electric vehicle. She chose this one particularly because it makes no sound. She turned on the engine, as expected it made no sounds, the door to underground parking opened as she drove the car.
She left the mansion successfully without getting noticed. She took one last look before silently driving to her funeral.
The streets of Forks blurred around her, soaked in moonlight and rain. Her heart beat so loudly she wondered if James could hear it already. The school came into view, Forks High, now ghostly in the dark. The familiar sign was cracked and crooked under flickering parking lights.
She parked far from the main building. Her breath fogged up the windshield. For a moment, she couldn't move.
Then she saw him.
James stood near the gymnasium doors, tall and twisted with a grin that made her soul shrink. His eyes gleamed red. And beside him-
"Charlie," she gasped.
Her father was bound to one of the metal benches with electrical cables, a bruised welt along his cheek, his mouth gagged. He looked up just as she stepped out of the car.
"Dad!" she screamed, running toward him which was a wrong move.
James moved quicker than her eyes could register. He was suddenly between them, arms spread wide like he was welcoming her to a stage. "So predictable," he purred.
"Let him go," Bella begged. "Please… please, I'm here. You said come alone and I did."
James stepped closer, gaze lazily running over her trembling body. "You did well, little lamb.
She tried to dodge him, go for Charlie but James struck her, backhanding her so hard she spun and crashed onto the wet asphalt. Her lip split. Blood trickled down her chin.
"I said… let him go," she sobbed.
James crouched next to her, eyes glinting with sadistic joy. "Oh Bella. This was never a negotiation. I just wanted to see how far you'd go for someone you love."
Then he turned, walked to Charlie and before Bella could even scream, he yanked her father's head back and snapped his neck like a twig.
"No!"
Her scream tore from the deepest part of her soul, high and cracked.
She crawled toward Charlie's crumpled form, but James seized her by the hair and flung her across the parking lot. She landed with a sickening crack as her wrist bent the wrong way beneath her.
Pain exploded and her vision went white. James sauntered over, crouching down near her face.
"You smell like him, you know," he whispered, brushing her face like a lover. "That freak hybrid. You reek of his musk, did you fuck him before coming here?"
She tried to strike him with her good hand, but he caught it and twisted until she heard the bones snap.
Her scream turned into a wet, broken sob.
"Let's see how much you can take before breaking," James hissed, slamming her into the side of her car. Her head throbbed. Her vision doubled.
She coughed, blood splattering the window. Her broken hands hung useless at her sides. Her body was done but her mind and her heart. They still screamed at James. The hatred in her giving her a small burst of will power but that too faded in pain that she never felt before in her life.
James lifted her by the throat, squeezing slowly, smiling as her kicks weakened.
Then everything shifted.
The air boomed, like thunder cracking against metal. A sudden burst of invisible force knocked James backward, away from her.
Bella fell, gasping. When she looked up, he was there.
Atlas.
His body shimmered like a god born of stars, his eyes no longer calming blue but a searing neon blue, glowing with rage so bright they lit the parking lot like twin suns.
The rain hissed as it touched his skin, steam rising from the ground around him.
His voice was low. Broken glass over fire.
"Get. Away. From her."
James laughed as he stood, relocating his jaw with a crack. "You're late, mutt."
Atlas didn't move. But the air around him pulsed with pressure building like a dam about to burst.
Then Atlas took a step forward.
Bella, half-conscious, could only sob in relief. Her broken hands trembled as she tried to crawl to safety. Somewhere in the roaring in her ears, she thought she heard him speak to her "I'm here, Bella. I've got you."
With that her remaining conscious blurred as comfort of warm safety enveloped her.
Chapter 34
Few Minutes Prior| Third POV| Atlas's perspective
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"Is that all?" Atlas asked, making the four holograms nod their head.
"Good. But I didn't think you would stabilise the new United Korea so quickly, Jungwoo." He continued looking at one particular hologram. It was of an handsome asian man wearing a formal suit.
"It wasn't difficult after you crippled the upper echelon of the North. The South was already in our hand after the Asian crisis." Jungwoo spoke in a formal tone, his voice unhurried and clear like a lake. It had magnetic force that drew people in
"And with your divine powers, Sire. Selecting correct people for particular position becomes easy as breathing." He continued making Atlas shake his head.
It was true his powers helped, it was their nature to help with silent conquest and easy take over but without the careful management of someone who truly understands the hearts of people it wouldn't be easy to takeover two nations let alone merge them when they have so much predjuice to each other.
Jungwoo really was a talent that came once in centuries. He truly would have become big in political circle regardless of Atlas's interference if only South Korea wasn't so corrupt and he didn't have such strong morals. Though he would have let his moral go at some point.
Atlas found him during the end of Asian financial crisis. When he was visiting Korea to tighten his hold on the banks and government of dying the nation. And also knock the so called Chaebol down a peg. But he has to say those old rich family did have some trick up their sleeves.
But leaving them aside after meeting Jungwoo, Atlas was impressed by his sheer charisma so he decided to recruit him to control the Korea.
And he can't say he regrets it. Jungwoo was everything Atlas imagined and more. And like John he worships the very land Atlas walks. Reason because he knew how much Atlas helped Korea from the financial crisis and preventing it from falling in the hands of those elite rich family.
"Leaving aside all this, what happened to the project Heaven Spear?"
"It's going well. With Jungwoo's help and backing of new United Korea the UN didn't make too much fuss. But the other countries are taking notice of our increasing strength. Unofficially Korea is already declared the third strongest nation, militarily and economically." The last hologram spoke. It was of a tall and well built African-American man with light brown skin and a military buzz cut.
He was the last member of his coven. A patriotic man betrayed by his nation and fed-up with highers up treating common people like air.
"And officially, Andrés?" Atlas asked making the giant man snort.
"Number 1 of course." Andrés replied as if even the question was insulting. His tone made the other three holograms glared at him making him raise his hand in surrender.
"Sorry boss, anger got the better of me."
"It's alright moving on…"
The meeting continued few more minutes before Atlas ended it and exited the soundproofed room.
He walked towards his room, humming a song when suddenly he froze in the silent hallway.
'It's too silent.' It didn't take him long to realise that he couldn't hear the sound of Bella's breathing and her restless rustling. Something he could hear any part of the house. Well except his room and meeting room for 'certain' reason.
'Shit!' Atlas immediately sped towards her room and entered it with a loud bam.
He found the room empty making his thoughts and emotions go haywire. He brought his phone out and tracked Bella's phone.
"Forks High…" He whispered and disappeared from the room, leaving behind the window open.
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Present time
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The night air burned with rage.
Atlas stood at the edge of the shattered parking lot, the broken lights flickering behind him as though nature itself recoiled from the fury he exuded. Neon-blue veins glowed faintly beneath his skin, eyes lit with a supernatural blaze as they fixed on the vampire who dared harm what was his.
The pathetic bastard looked almost amused.
"I see the freak finally showed up," he sneered, cracks still visible in his fixed jaw. "Took you long enough, hybrid. Or should I say abomination? What's it like knowing you're neither vampire nor human? A pathetic imitation of both. Heh~ I don't even understand why the Volturi's are scared of your kind's existence. You're weaker and inferior than us in all aspects."
Atlas didn't reply to his taunts. He stepped forward slowly, eyes not even on James- no, they flicked briefly to Bella, crumpled on the pavement, barely breathing, her arms twisted unnaturally. Her face bruised and streaked with tears.
And next to her Charlie Swan's lifeless eyes stared up at the stars.
Something inside Atlas cracked, if before he wanted to kill James with a painful way then now he wants to break him mentally and physically.
"You talk too much," he said softly, his voice almost kind, almost gentle- almost.
With a flick of his fingers, James was slammed into the hood of a car, metal crumpling beneath his stone hard body. Another twitch of psychic force flung him into a lamppost which shattered with a crack.
James stood with growl and shot forward with supernatural speed. But he never even touched Atlas.
Mid-air, James froze, literally frozen in space. Suspended like a puppet held by invisible strings.
Atlas walked closer. "You call me a freak- an inferior imitation of your superior self yet you can't even touch the lace of my shoe," he murmured. "You think I'm weak because I'm different? I could kill your pathetic self a hundred times over… and still not feel warmed up."
"You're too soft, too fragile… too weak." Atlas stopped walking, standing before the suspended james and as if to demonstrate his words he clenched his fist and James screamed as every bone in his right arm shattered in perfect sequence, wrist to shoulder.
James thrashed in the air, helpless. "You- you're nothing but a mistake-"
"No," Atlas whispered, stepping into the flickering light, his hair fluttering as psychic pressure coiled around him like a storm. "You're a mistake James, an accident of short term pleasure, your whore of a mother probably didn't even know your rapist father."
With one hand, he raised James higher, until the vampire dangled like a ragdoll above the parking lot. "I saw what you did to Alice," he added, voice cold. "I saw how you broke her to feel strong and important but the truth is you're weak, unwanted and unloved. You have always been."
And then the heat began.
Not fire, not visible flame but inside. Atlas focused, his energy flowing through James's trapped body. Molecule by molecule, he increased the temperature.
James's screams became shrieks. Smoke curled from his mouth, his eyes, his ears.
Atlas didn't look away.
"You tormented Alice for your twisted sense of satisfaction, manipulated Victoria to not feel unloved anymore. Hunted Bella to feel superior and killed her father just to torment her." Atlas's voice trembled not with fear, but control rage. "You wanted to make her suffer. Now you'll know what it feels like."
James's body ignited from within. Flames leaked through his skin, and his shrieks became wordless wails.
He didn't explode. He didn't vanish. He burned. Slowly. Every nerve set alight with precise use of his Pyrokinesis.
Ash drifted through the air like black snow. And when there was nothing left but scorched dust, Atlas finally lowered his hand.
Silence, silence was all that premated the air.
Atlas took one deep breath to calm his self before he rushed to Bella's side, kneeling carefully. "Bella," he whispered, brushing a blood-matted strand from her cheek. She was unconscious but alive, barely. Her pulse was weak and her breaths came out shallow.
"Hang on Bells, I'm here now, you'll be fine."
Gently, he gathered her in his arms, cradling her broken limbs with terrifying care. He gave one last glance at Charlie's body and closed the man's eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "You shouldn't have died. My negligence and complacency took your life."
After apologising once more he vanished without a sound from the lot in a blur of motion, Bella secure in his arms.
The chilled wind blew James ashes away, while slow rain washed away the burning smell yet the traces of battle didn't fade. The asphalt still had multiple foot hole, the car where James was thrown still had man sized dent and finally the light which was bend from middle.
Atlas might not know that the destroyed parking lot he left behind will become one of unsolved mystery of Forks. But even if he did he wouldn't care.
Chapter 35
POV: Bella Swan |
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I woke to usual warmth of my room.
A heavy comforter was tucked up to my chest, the bed underneath me like clouds. My body ached, but it wasn't the scruciating pain I remembered it was more muted, more like the aftermath of a nightmarish workout.
Except it wasn't from a workout but…
I flexed my fingers or tried to. My hands were bandaged. The memory hit me like a fist: James's voice in the dark. His laughter and the sound of Charlie's neck being twisted.
My chest constricted. I should've cried. I wanted to but all I felt was… empty.
Just as I started to blaming myself for not caring enough the door opened gently.
Atlas stepped inside, silent as ever. He didn't speak at first. Just sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me with eyes that glowed faintly in the low light. Even without the neon fury they held that night, they carried weight and power but it was diluted with grief and guilt.
His hand brushed mine. "Bella," he said softly. "You're safe now."
I didn't ask how. I faintly remembered the end, how the air had burned, how James had screamed. How the monster who hurt me turned into a pile of charred ash under Atlas's fury.
I should've been horrified but I wasn't. I held his hand, feeling its warmth and before long I found myself in his safe embrace sobbing softly.
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The funeral was small. Charlie never liked big crowds. The people of Forks stood solemnly under umbrellas as the rain wept for them. Chief Swan, they said, was a good man. A quiet hero. The cause of his death was labelled an animal attack.
It was stated in official records that Chief Swan died heroically from the animals that has been plaguing the Forks for some time.
I don't know how but Atlas was able to convince the whole police department as such, probably used his powers to mess with their minds or something.
But regardless there were no questions asked at his death and every one celebrated when they saw coarpse of a big wolf, Atlas probably got it too to make his story believable.
I stood beside Mom, in a black coat I hadn't chosen, my hands freshly unbandaged but still stiff. The cold seeped into my bones. Not a single tear fell.
Guilt ate at the edges of my thoughts.
"I should feel more."
But I couldn't, Charlie was a stranger with my last name. Our conversations were always stilted, uncomfortable. My childhood memories of him were vague at best, fishing trips, awkward silences, the smell of coffee in the mornings. Not warmth, not connection just distance. I know he tried to connect, many times but never could. He was just too akward and just as socially inept as I was. But he was still my dad.
I didn't grieve the man I lost. I grieved never getting the chance to know him. But it is as Atlas always says 'We only miss it when we don't have it.'
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Back at the mansion, I overheard Atlas making calls in languages I couldn't recognize. His voice was firm, low, and urgent. Hours later, a group of women arrived just as the moon rose, witches, he told me.
Not the pointy-hat kind. These women wore robes stitched with bones and leaves. Their eyes were too old. They smelled like moss and blood.
They didn't speak to me. Only to Atlas.
He handed them a cage of small animals- rabbits, doves, even a fox. I didn't watch what happened next. I couldn't. I only remember the chanting, the coppery scent in the air, and the way my broken body began to hum.
I woke the next morning feeling… whole. New skin. Mended bones. No pain. But the hollow inside remained.
Later that day, I sat curled on the massive velvet couch in the mansion's sunroom. Mom made me tea I didn't drink. Alice and Rosalie hovered nearby, talking quietly about "next steps" with Carlisle and Emmett. But none of it stuck.
Atlas knelt in front of me, taking both my hands in his. His expression was unreadable. But his voice was sure.
"Bells you didn't fail him. You tried your best to save him. And Charlie knows it too."
I looked at him, worry etched in his godly face. I tried to speak, tried to say it wasn't how he thinks. I'm not sad of what he thinks. I'm… my reasons are different. But I couldn't, I couldn't muster the courage to tell him specifically not in front of everyone.
Later… I'll tell him later when there is no one to judge.
And I did. Atlas understood me, he didn't judge. He hugged me and consoled it wasn't a big deal, that I wasn't some monster for not feeling more.
For the first time after the incident I smiled. My mood lightening.
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That night, as the house settled into silence, I crawled into Atlas's bed again- not for warmth, but for comfort. Mom joined us soon after, wrapping herself around me like a shield. Alice and Rosalie too came in later.
No one speak, they didn't had to their presence was enough to make me feel good.
At first I thought I'd feel overwhelmed by them but instead, I felt safe.
Chapter 36
POV: Victoria |
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The forest was still when she arrived. Little of James's ashes lay scattered across the cement of Forks High's rear lot. The air still clung faintly to the scent of scorched vampire- a particular, bitter, chemical rot that even wind couldn't carry away, but soon it too would go away with rain.
Victoria stood barefoot in the dark, her copper-red hair flowing like fire around her shoulders, untouched by the breeze.
She should have screamed. She should have mourned. But the ache never came, the pain of losing the most important person of her life wasn't there.
She stared at the charred remnants of the only man she had ever considered hers. There was no denial in her. No grief reached her unbeating heart. Not even rage at the man that had killed her mate.
Just… silence. And somewhere deep inside, a flicker of something unexpected: Relief.
Something screamed at her saying 'You're free now…' Free of false chains that has bounded you.
The whisper came from nowhere. It was her own thought, maybe. Or perhaps it had always been there, buried beneath the command of James's dominance. His mate bond had been possessive, overwhelming. It always felt one sided. Not a shared warmth, but a leash.
Victoria looked at the ring James has gifted her when they first met, the glow of ruby somehow looked dim. She brought the rind closer to her face. The once beautiful and symbol of their looked ugly. Just looking at a deep disgust churn in her gut. She took out the ring from her finger and threw it away.
What little feeling she was feeling towards James also faded. She glanced at the ring more time before turning to the forest.
"James is gone," Laurent said, approaching from the woods, his footsteps slow and cautious. "I tried to track him. By the time I found the trail, it ended near here."
She didn't answer. Her eyes remained fixed on the scorched patch where her supposed mate had died.
Laurent waited. When she didn't move, he tried again, more gently.
"I saw the girl's scent. Bella. He went after her, didn't he? He broke the plan. That's why he's dead."
Still no answer.
"Victoria, I know how much you cared for him."
A lie.
"I understand the pain."
A bigger lie.
When she finally turned her head to him, Laurent hesitated. Her eyes didn't hold sorrow, they held detachment. Cold detachment and something else… conflict.
He mistook it for barely restrained fury.
Laurent began to plead.
"We don't have to act rashly. The Cullens are many. If we go after them now, we'll lose. But there are options. We could lure them out, one by one."
She didn't response to his words again.
"Or we could tell the Volturi," he added quickly. "They broke the law. That girl, Bella she knows too much. They're risking exposure by keeping her alive. The Volturi would act."
Still she gave no reaction.
"And that hybrid. What was his name? Atlas?" Laurent's nose wrinkled in visible disgust. "That thing is a walking violation. A half-breed abomination. You felt his aura, didn't you? Freak like that shouldn't exist. We could tell the Volturi about him too. They'd destroy him and the Cullens."
That was the wrong name to speak. She already felt conflicted towards that name and now when uttered to threaten, her instinct went haywire.
Victoria was on him in less than a breath. One moment Laurent stood smug and composed.
The next, he was slammed into a pine trunk, bark cracking beneath the force of her hand around his throat.
Her eyes blazed like wildfire.
"Don't speak of him like that."
Laurent choked, claws reflexively rising but not daring to strike.
Victoria's snarl echoed through the woods.
"If you so much as whisper his name to the Volturi, I will tear your throat out before they ever get the chance to fly here." She did not even realise when did those words left her mouth or when did she start feeling like that towards him.
Despite her chaotic thoughts her grip tightened on Laurent. "Do you understand me?"
Laurent nodded quickly, panic overtaking his arrogance. "Y-yes. I- I didn't mean…"
She released him without a word. He crumpled to the forest floor, gasping, his pride wounded more than his body.
Victoria turned away, lips pressed in a tight line.
She hadn't expected to react like that.
Not to that name or at least not like this.
Laurent retreated into the trees muttering about laying low, Victoria stayed behind, watching the place where Atlas had slain James.
Her hand touched her chest.
There had been no fire when James died. No rage. Not even sadness.
But at the idea of someone hurting Atlas, this being she had barely seen, who had torn her supposed mate to ash, her entire being had ignited with fury.
It didn't make sense.
Why? Why do I feel this way?
He was their enemy. The creature who had broken James apart without mercy.
And yet… the night she first saw him those eyes glowing like twin stars in the dark, it hadn't been hatred she felt.
It had been warmth. Not from fear. Not admiration. Something far deeper, something hungrier. She gritted her teeth, furious at her own uncertainty.
This isn't how it's supposed to be…
But her instincts, her gift- the part of her that lived beyond logic whispered something she didn't want to admit.
He's not your enemy.
That he might be your real mate.
Chapter 37
POV: Third| Bella's Perspective
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A few quiet months had passed.
Forks had slowly returned to its usual sleepy rhythm, though nothing was quite the same for Atlas and co anymore. Not after James and Charlie's death.
Bella had recovered, physically at least. The witches Atlas called upon trusted allies from a hidden coven deep in the Amazon forest had done their part, using sacrificial magic to knit her bones, mend her broken hands, and ease her breathing.
They had worked in secrecy, accepting the blood of innocent animals and offerings of old power. And when they were done, Bella could walk better than even before her injury.
But emotionally, her injuries can't be healed in a snap of a finger with magic. No matter how distance they were. Charlie was still her dad and no matter how much Atlas says it wasn't her fault she feels and knows it is.
It matters not that James was a deranged killer. She should have been smarter. She could have informed Atlas. James would have no way of knowing. He have would killed James before he could as much as touch her or harm Charlie.
She could have done so much more so much better but she couldn't. She panicked and her vision tunnelled making her thoughts narrow.
Her guilt was too much but as people say times heal. It too did, her guilt lessened and the time she spent with her new family helped up a lot. It was funny and oddly calming seeing bunch of blood sucking vampires fussing over her every little action.
To help her mind heal Mom even had whisked her away to London for a brief vacation. Just the two of them. A short escape before the school year ended. There, they visited old bookshops, wandered rainy cobblestone streets, and shopped for things they didn't need. The mother dauther duo has taken full advantage of their limited edition credit cards that can make instant payments of billions.
The two has only returned a few days prior, not because they were bored or felt they spent too much- well she did but her mom didn't. No they returned because prom night had arrived.
The night Bella has been waiting since Atlas promised to transfer her mate bond. It was decided he would do it on her next birthday but the recent accident had changed to the prom night.
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POV: Third| Atlas's perspective
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Atlas adjusted the collar of his black tuxedo, standing at the base of the wide staircase inside the mansion. His usually untamed hair was neatly combed, a sheen of polished elegance sharpening his already unfairly handsome features. The black suit clung to his form, perfectly tailored and refined.
He waited near the stairs, sitting comfortably on the coach. Then he heard it.
He looked up only to have his breath taken away.
Bella descended slowly with Renée beside her, holding the ends of her dress.
She wore deep midnight blue, a strapless silk gown with tiny crystal accents scattered like stardust across the fabric. The bodice fit her perfectly, cinched at the waist before flowing down her hips. Her hair was loosely curled, pinned half-up in a romantic style, revealing her slender neck. A subtle shade of mauve colored her lips.
To Atlas, she looked like a fallen star.
Renée smiled brightly, whispering, "Told you she'd be stunning."
But Atlas couldn't speak, not yet.
Bella reached the bottom stair, cheeks tinged pink. "You're staring."
"Because you've stolen every word from my vocabulary," Atlas said softly making the pink tint spread even further.
He stepped forward and offered his arm. She took it, fingers gentle around his. His eyes swept her again, and he leaned in to whisper, "You look perfect Bella. Truly perfect."
She rolled her eyes, blushing harder. "You say that to Mom and others too."
Atlas laughed at those words, "Guilty as charged." He said before guiding her to the car.
Chapter 38
They arrived at the school where lights glimmered across the lawn. The gym had been transformed into a sea of white and silver, fairy lights twinkling like constellations. But Atlas had something more magical planned.
He led her outside to the garden path behind the school, to a quiet space surrounded by trees strung with thousands of golden bulbs. It felt like dancing under the cosmos.
Soft music drifted through the air.
He turned to her, offering his hand again. "May I have this dance, Isabella Swan?"
She laughed softly, "You always call me that when you're being dramatic."
"I'm a man of flair," he smirked. "And I want this memory to be perfect."
Bella laughed and placed her hand in his big hand. He held it gently, rubbing her knuckles softly before brushing his lips against them.
He stood straight after kissing her hand and pulled her closer as the sound of music increased.
He guided her to the centre slowly, placing his other hand on her hips. She yelped as he pinched her fat.
She was about to get embarrassed when he started swaying his body alongside hers.
Like that they danced beneath the stars.
Atlas twirled her gently, his movements elegant, precise. His hand moved to the small of her back, the other holding hers in perfect form. She looked up at him, caught in the light of the stars and his gaze.
"You know," Atlas murmured after a long moment, "you're so stubborn, messy with your hair in the morning, and you chew your lip when you're nervous until it bleeds."
Bella looked up, brows raised not knowing where he was taking it.
"You leave your books everywhere. You steal my hoodies. You complain when I buy you things. You don't know how to accept praise, and you always put others before yourself."
He paused, then smiled softly. "And I love every single one of those things."
Bella blinked not understanding where he was talking that.
"I came to realise it Bells: I really do love you. Even without any fate bonding us. I have grown to love your antics. And I don't think I can ever life without them in eternal life."
Her throat tightened. "Atlas…" She was caught off guard that much he can tell. So he did the most obvious- suprise her even further.
He leaned down and kissed her, suprising her even more.
Bella eyes widened for bit before she closed them in contentment.
The kiss was soft, tender and slow. There was no rush, no lust involved. It was innocent and genuine.
As she kissed back clumsily Bella felt a small pulse in her chest. Not painful. Not strange. Just… warm. A quiet shift in her being. A thread, invisible and gentle, wrapped itself around her soul and anchored it to the man before her.
When the kiss ended, she blinked again. "Was that…?"
Atlas nodded. "I transferred the bond. It's mine now."
Bella touched her chest. "I… don't feel different."
Atlas grinned, brushing her hair behind her ear. "That's because your heart already belonged to me, Isabella. The bond just caught up."
She laughed, leaning into him.
They swayed again beneath the stars, the music continuing in the distance. But after a few minutes, Bella stepped aside and gently pushed Atlas toward the shadowed edge of the path.
Waiting there, under the soft glow of lights, were Alice, Rosalie, and Renée each dressed like the goddesses they were.
Rosalie wore shimmering silver, statuesque and poised.
Alice was in a playful lilac dress with sparkles like frost.
And Renée, radiant in deep emerald, looked years younger than her age, her arm wrapped proudly around her burst making them appear even more impressive. Just looking at them Atlas felt his little monster twitch in attention, but Atlas controlled.
He chuckled and kissed Bella's forehead. "Excuse me, I owe some other beautiful women a dance."
First, he took Alice's hand and spun her into the clearing. She beamed, her eyes glowing with excitement.
"Took you long enough," she teased.
"You're a patient woman," he replied.
" I wasn't but someone changed it." Atlas laughed at those words.
"Then this someone must be a great someone."
"You have no idea." Alice said with a love-sick smile that made him almost loose control.
He spun her once more and continued dancing, focusing on the song and her lovely eyes.
They danced like wind and rain: light, fast and full of laughter.
Then Rosalie took her turn, slow and intense. No words were spoken for long moments. She merely watched him, lips pressed in a firm smile, her golden eyes heavy with meaning.
"You look breathtaking," he murmured and she did. If he has said Bella looked perfect then Rosalie was the definition of the word. It was if god took extra time to make her. Calculating every little details to make her a perfect woman.
Rosalie smirked. "I always do." Her confident words brought him back. It burn him with fire. Like he said even her personality was perfect. She cool and cold to everyone but when she was with him and alone she was the perfect wife. Submissive and ready to anything to please him.
And he knew she loved it too, pleasing him.
Atlas shook his head and controlled his rising lust.
'This is going to be one long night.' He chuckled as Rosalie let herself lean into him just a little.
After ten more minutes of dancing Rosalie moved away, he looked at her bouncing ass that made creases in her dress as she walked away and sat with Bella and Alice, giving him sultry smile.
Atlas shook his head helplessly before looking away.
Finally, Renée stepped in. Atlas's hand gently slid around her waist, and she let out a soft sigh as she rested her head on his shoulder.
The dance with her was the final nail to the coffin. His control completely slipped away. Renée was a succubus that knew his every buttons.
And she didn't hesitate to press them as they dance.
Finally the dance ended and Atlas took the four beautiful women, his women home.
Chapter 39
Warning: R-18
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They reached home after a short yet long drive. The tension in the car was palpable. All their bodies looked tense and bother.
The moment Atlas parked, his three vampire brides were outside the car, disappearing in the house after each leaving a wet kiss on his cheek.
Wiping his cheek with a grin he exited the car and opened the door for Bella.
"Where did they go?" Bella asked as she took Atlas's offered hand. "Thank you."
Atlas nodded. "The girls…? I don't know." He replied making Bella roll her eyes.
'As if' She thought but didn't question him further.
"Tell me Bells, how was the night? Did you enjoy it?"
"Hmm~" Bella hummed in agreement. "More than you can imagine but…"
She leans on him wrapping her arms around his neck. Her budding breast flattened on his chest as she kissed his lips lovingly. "This is the best part." Bella says after parting their lips.
"Now that you are my mate I can kiss you whenever I want."
Atlas nods taking his hands on the swell of her hips and holding it. His hands comfortably covered her thin waist as he leaned down to kiss her muaved lips again.
The kiss lasted longer than before, Atlas invaded her virgin mouth, taking his bad tongue in her mouth and abusing her little tongue.
"Slurp! Slurp!" The sound of their kiss filled the underground parking before Atlas backs up leaving a breathless and flushed Bella.
She looked up with teary eyes and redened lips, her lipstick completely ruined
"Of course you can." Atlas replied tracing his hands down to her buttocks and catching each cheeks in his palm. He mauled her flesh through her tight blue dress, enjoying the silky feeling.
"Ahh~ mmh~" Bella moaned from his abuse, pressing her core to his hardened bulge. She rubbed her pussy on his dick awkwardly, trying to maintain balance in her heels.
Atlas held her standing by her ass, pressing her to him even more.
Bella moved to kiss him again, using whatever little technique she learned from the previous two. She bit his lower lips, opening an entrance so she could enter his mouth.
Atlas didn't stopped her cute try and let her enter his mouth and roll her tongues around his. Though his eyes widened when he felt her bit his tongue and exchanged saliva while making vulgar sound.
"Slap-ahmm~" Atlas spanked her ass making her released a suprise moan.
"Enough." He said holding her small body back in his big arms.
"W-wait for your birthday." Atlas said with difficulty as the minx caught his boner in her small palm and squeezed it.
"Bells stop." Atlas once more said, making Bella finally stop in disappointment.
"Fine! But promise you'll go all the way on my birthday night."
"Don't worry! I'll fuck you all night!- smack!" Atlas spanked her heart shaped ass once more making her moan.
"Hmm~ fine~ now go to others I don't think Alice and Rose can't control for long." Bella says with a mischievous look.
"Thanks." Atlas gave her thankful smile and moved away, not noticing the horny and determined look on her face.
'And I'll see what those two have planned.'
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Atlas pace quickened with each steps, a sense of anticipation bubbled as he reached the room. His mind churned with thoughts both beauty inviting him seductively on the bed with no clothing.
Just the thought of Alice petite body against Rosalie's hourglass body naked hardened his cock even more.
Finally he reached the room and opened the door. He entered the room only to have his breath taken away.
There- both Alice and Rosalie lied naked, arched on the bed with their face and torso buried in the mattress and asses up in the air, swaying in invitation. A gifting ribbon was wrapped around their pale flesh, barely hidding their modesty.
He walked to them but before he could he felt to hands sneak below his armpit and embrace him from behind.
He felt two big softness pressed against his back and need not think twice. "Renée…" his voice came out raspy. Like a man parched for days and barely able to speak.
"Like what you see?" Renée leaned in and whispered. Her warm breath made Atlas shiver. He took her arm and pulled her before him. He looked at her and his breath hitched again. She too was naked with a ribbon flower hidding her puffy folds.
"You didn't answer?" Renée questioned once more making Atlas snap.
"Hmm…" He answered her with a nod, his eyes roaming her mature body.
"Hn~ I knew it! I knew you would have loved taking us all together, you perver-mmffp." Renée couldn't finished her teasing. Atlas sealed her full kissable lips with his own. His hands reaching her meaty ass and pawing them, moulding them like dough.