Chapter .9.
And in the middle of my chaos.
There was you.
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He's different from what I pictured.
But in a better way.
In a way to where- you let your mind think of something good. As good as it gets, I think is the saying.
Only for the thing before you to be better.
Black hair and dark blue eyes. Why did I not think of that combination beforehand?
It seemed to fit so much better than black hair and green eyes.
"What are you doing Atlas?"
Atlas.
A strange name.
A beautiful name.
His name.
He stares down at me. He's tall. Very tall. And powerful. I can feel the power surging off of him. As if he has too much. It's different from my Alpha's power- or Mark's. I've never felt power like this before.
This is a true Alpha.
A true leader.