POV: Echo Thankfully, Cordelia had finished with my face and moved on to my ribs. Atlas took her place in front of me, kneeling to meet me eye to eye, reminding me just how small I was. He was a giant of a man and towered over even the tallest members of Brady’s pack. I marvelled at how someone so large can also be so incredibly tender with me, as he leaned his forehead to touch mine. His expression looked firm, and I watched him warily, confused. “Echo, my Little Warrior, certain members of our pack may call you by your name in private. However, in public, they and the rest of the pack will call you Luna, or Luna Echo. It is your title as my mate, as the other half of my soul, and it is a sign of their respect for you and me.” He explained, and his expression left no room for negotiation. “It will be a great pride for those in the pack to use your title when conversing with you. It is a reminder to everyone that you are my mate, very much wanted and taken by your Alpha.” His deep,
Consent POV: Echo Before I could shrink into myself in fear, Tala’s melodic voice soothed me. ‘Mate is not mad at us. Mate feels terribly for what that other Alpha has done to us. Zev and Atlas are fighting together to calm down.’ ‘The idea of us not knowing that word makes them want to shift and tear this pack limb from limb. However, they know we need them, and that getting us out of this pack and safely away from Alpha Brady is more important right now.’ I felt an intense pressure behind my eyes and the growling cut off instantaneously. We look at Atlas and his eyes go dark before he rumbles, “Mate! Tala!” his voice deeper and rougher than before. I feel my head nod on its own and realize that Tala is in control. ‘Sorry Echo, I normally wouldn’t do this without permission, but Zev needs me!’ “Mate! Zev!” My voice was different, no longer delicate, but deeper, more dangerous. I heard the bedroom door click shut as the healer stepped out to give us privacy. Both wolves took deep
POV: Echo Cordelia looked between the Alpha’s smirk and my blushing face, and smiled knowingly as she scented my arousal in the air. She seemed to understand that I was not prepared for her to comment on it and merely helped me hobble back to the bedside. “Alpha, maybe it would help if you were to position yourself in front of her so I can finish this up. I am almost done, Lu-,” Turning to Atlas, she motions him forward to sit in front of me, catching herself before she calls me by my title. She smiles at me apologetically before continuing. “Echo. I am just reaching your back now, and then I just need to check under your bra and underwear.” Closing my eyes briefly to stem the worry that bubbles at the thought, I remind myself that after having shown them the words carved into my back, the rest of my scars are minimal. Cordelia moved to sit behind me on the bed before she sighed. “I am sorry Echo, but I am going to have to check where each…” she paused, seeming uncertain what to sa
POV: Echo Suddenly feeling shy, I wrapped my arms around myself, covering my chest and eyeing the floor. Atlas slowly tugs my arms away, inhaling sharply as he takes in all of me. “Don’t hide your body from me,” His husky voice is gentle and his words firm as he raises his desire-filled eyes to mine. I shivered in anticipation, my body reacting to him in a way that it had never responded to Brady. He slowly reaches out a hand, and starting at my lips, he trails a single fingertip down my neck, over my chest, looping lightly around my nipple, which hardens on contact. He keeps going, tracing down my inner thigh until he loops up, running over my bottom, and up my back, ending where he will make his mark. The sensation is so different from anything that I’m used to. My whole-body tingles and shivers, burning slightly where his finger touched my skin. He sweeps my hair out of his way and brushes his lips against it. Heat pools between my legs again, moans escaping me as I grab his arms
POV: Echo “It’s about damn time!” he snarls, stepping forward. He zeroes in on me immediately, eyes blazing as he sees me in another man’s shirt. While his aura of fury is nothing compared to Atlas’s, I can’t stop the waves of fear it gives me. He relaxed only slightly when he saw I was unmarked. “Alpha Brady, we will be returning to our pack sooner than expected,” Atlas tells him firmly, moving to stand between us. “What about the deal we were to make? You would leave without even discussing it?” He demanded to know, staring daggers at me. He shifts his gaze to Atlas before adding, “And you most certainly will not be leaving with my Little Doll.” A deep growl rumbles from Atlas’s chest. “The Blood Moon Pack is no longer interested in making any deals with the Red Stone Pack.” His tone of voice left no room for discussion. He turns towards me, eyes meeting mine as he continues. “As for Echo, I am sure you have realized by now that she is my fated mate. She will be coming with us to
POV: Echo I glanced at John before looking up at Atlas and gently nodding my head toward where he was kneeling on the floor. “Are you sure, Little Warrior? You owe him nothing, and we can leave without looking back.” He asks, hesitating. Worried that my silent request is upsetting him, I bow my head before replying, “Yes, Alpha Atlas, I am sure.” I hear him sigh as he gently tilts my head up so that I am looking at him. “Echo, please, you are my Luna. You never have to address me by my title. I am Atlas to you, my Little Warrior.” He says quietly, gazing into my eyes and practically begging to hear me say his name. “Please, Atlas,” I whispered, a small smile creeping over my lips at the pure joy resonating from his face. “I need to speak with him.” He nodded, turning serious again as he helped me hop toward the man on the floor. “Beta John,” I called to the kneeling man softly once I stood in front of him. His untamed, light brown hair hung across his face. He raised his eyes to
POV: Echo “Atlas, you need to keep going down!” I say, poorly suppressing a giggle as he stumbles mid-step after I stop Atlas before he steps off the second-floor landing. Pouting adorably because I laughed at him, he raised an eyebrow. “I thought we were going to your room?” “We are. It’s just not on this floor.” I said, feeling slightly apprehensive about showing him the basement I’d been living in for the last ten years. He shrugs and continues to move down the stairs, carrying me bridal style as we make our way to the ground floor. “Nope! Not that way!” I chirped to keep him from going down the hallway to the main floor. Stopping, he outright frowns at me. “We are going to my room, I promise, although maybe it would be better if you set me down so I can show you the way.” I tell him, and he sets me down, supporting me so I can walk. I took a deep breath to prepare myself for whatever would come next. I turned toward our destination. Walking into the dining room, Atlas with hi
POV: Echo After pulling my extremely confused mate through the kitchen, I finally stopped in front of the door to the basement. “We have to go down here,” I said, opening the door and showing him the sketchy-looking basement stairs. Watching his face go from confused to concerned to a million other emotions, I debated if I really wanted him to see this part of my life. He carefully set his face into a neutral expression, suddenly showing no outward signs of his feelings. Just when I am about to tell him to forget it, that I have nothing worth retrieving, he grabs hold of me and picks me up. Carefully placing me on his front, I wrapped my legs around his waist as best I could with my splint. My arms snaked around his neck, and I held on tight, his arms wrapping under my butt and around my waist, as he descended into the basement. This carrying position had a much more significant effect on me than the previous one, as tingles shot through my arms and his scent was intoxicatingly str