ATLAS
I mentioned two things I didn't like before: blood moons and Rogues. What I failed to add was the third: cousins, and to be precise, Kaiden Thorne.
I despised him and everything associated with him. Now I needed to deal with the smell of him on Aria. One hand clenched the edge of my desk firmly, the other hand was wound around my phone, and my jaw clenched. I couldn't tell why his scent was still on her, much more overwhelmingly than ever.
A human shouldn't carry a werewolf scent for that long, whether the scent owner was an Alpha or not.
I told you she's not human. There's something wrong with her Atlas. You need to get close to her to speak!
Hell fucking no, Fenrik.
I wish he'd stay out of it when it comes to Aria. I hated the fact that he inserted himself into conversations involving her. He wouldn't just keep his damned mouth shut, and what irritated me most was that he seemed to be obsessed with her because all day, all he could talk about was her.
