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After a devastating betrayal shatters everything he believed about his place in the world, Atlas flees his pack with nothing but his will to survive. His desperate escape leads him into the territory of Alpha Draven-a ruthless leader known for showing rogues no mercy. But instead of death, Draven offers Atlas something unexpected: a chance. As Atlas fights to prove himself in this dangerous new pack, he must confront his painful past while navigating an undeniable attraction to the brooding Alpha who should have killed him on sight. But when the ghosts of Atlas's former life come hunting, he'll have to choose between running again or finally fighting for the future he deserves.
Chapter 1
Feb 23, 2026
[Atlas’ POV]
I sat at the edge of the sofa, making myself as small as possible while Dominic's voice filled the room. He was recounting his latest training session—again—and our parents hung on every word like he was reciting a prophecy.
"You're so gifted, Dominic," Mother said, her smile radiant in a way it never was for me. "You're everything a future Alpha should be."
Father nodded, pride gleaming in his eyes. "Dominic has such natural grace. He's practically destined to be Alpha."
Dominic tossed his golden hair back, that satisfied smirk flickering across his face.
He knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn't just a conversation—it was a performance.
"Anyone could be good with that much practice," I said quietly, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
The room went still. Mother's smile tightened while Father's head turned toward me slowly, his expression darkening. His scoff was sharp enough to cut.
"No, Atlas. This takes talent. Real talent." His eyes settled on me, heavy with disappointment. "Maybe you should try harder. Learn from your brother."
The words sank into my chest like stones. I bit my tongue, swallowing the bitter taste of shame.
How many times had I heard this?
How many times had I been told I wasn't enough?
Dominic leaned closer, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Maybe if you stopped daydreaming, you'd be decent at something."
I stayed silent, but my mind churned with memories I wished I could forget.
Dominic, sneaking into my room at night, tearing pages from my journals. The cruel notes he'd leave behind: ‘You're worthless. No one will ever want you.’
He'd always been the better son.
The golden child. The beautiful one. The strongest one.
His dirty-blonde hair shimmered like spun gold, his piercing blue eyes commanding attention wherever he went.
I was the pale reflection of him—soft silvery-blonde hair that caught moonlight, a crescent-shaped birthmark on my cheek that Dominic mocked endlessly.
"Moon-marked," he'd sneer. "How fitting for someone so forgotten."
"Ugly" had followed me like a shadow my entire life.
That evening, I slipped out of the family room into the cool night air, desperate to escape. But as I walked beneath the stars, something shifted in my chest—a flicker of hope replacing the familiar ache.
I'd felt it for years now. A pull, deep and magnetic, thrumming beneath my skin like a second heartbeat. It had to mean something.
Might be truly here, in the Midnight Crest pack, my fated mate was waiting for me.
It truly might be Evan.
The man who was kind when everybody else dismissed me. The man who was my friend—the only friend I’ve ever had. It’s meant to be it.
The thought warmed me from the inside out. My lips curved into a small, secret smile as I imagined it—a life where someone finally chose me. Where I was wanted. Loved. Where I mattered to someone the way I'd never mattered to my own family.
I held onto that hope for the next two whole days, clutching it like a lifeline.
Soon he’ll be back here, soon I’ll meet him.
Soon I’ll be with my future fated mate.
The pack's main hall buzzed with energy when I stepped inside, my heart pounding against my ribs. And then I saw him.
Evan stood near the center of the room—broad-shouldered, strong, with an air of quiet confidence that made everyone around him seem smaller. Short chestnut curls falling on his forehead, begging to run fingers through its softness, while warm brown eyes scanning the crowd.
I'd always admired him from a distance in public, too scared to bring shame upon the Beta’s son for being near the pack’s underdog—me.
He’s a year older than Dominic and me, our families were close, so we were constantly intertwined growing up together. I never was able not to mention the way he moved with such certainty, the way his rare smiles felt like sunlight breaking through clouds.
My chest tightened as familiar recognition struck.
He's mine.
The pull I'd felt for years had a face, a name, a purpose. The bond hummed between us—didn’t it? Warm and bright and right, like puzzle pieces finally clicking into place.
My wolf stirred inside me, Hyde's presence brushing against my consciousness with what felt like confirmation. But before I could move, before I could even breathe, a familiar voice rang out.
"Evan! There you are."
Dominic appeared at Evan's side, sliding his arm through his with practiced ease. My brother leaned close, whispering something that made Evan chuckle softly. Then Evan's arm wrapped around Dominic's waist, possessive and certain.
I froze immediately.
I never saw them that close to each other.
"Evan?" My voice came out trembling, barely audible over the noise of the hall.
He glanced up, his expression polite but distant.
"Atlas," he said curtly, nodding once before turning his attention back to Dominic.
Dominic's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes locking onto mine with predatory satisfaction.
"Oh, Atlas, didn't you know?" He ran his fingers slowly along Evan's chest, deliberate and possessive. "Evan and I… well, we were just talking about our future. Looks like he's my mate."
The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "You can't… He's mine."
Dominic's gaze sharpened, his smirk growing colder. "Yours?" he echoed with a soft, mocking laugh. His eyes swept over me dismissively. "Did you really think someone like him would want you?"
Evan said nothing. Didn't correct him. Didn't even look at me. His arm remained firmly around Dominic's waist.
And everything I’ve believed in burst into flames.

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