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Atlas POV
I was initially skeptical about allowing a vampire to join us, but after spending a short time back in the palace, Brutus reassured us that the vampire was harmless. He possessed a wealth of knowledge on the older immortal witches, being just as old as some of them. He expressed shock when he saw that Mia and I were identical to the Royal white wolf and her mate. Even more surprising was his discovery that we were given a second chance. In light of this, he raised a valid question to everyone: why was I made to forget my true identity as a human? Did the immortal witch know who I was? It was evident that she needed Mia to find me, so why hide me? Was it for my protection until Mia was of age, or was someone else toying with destiny?
Bryn has now concluded that despite Brutus being awake within me, I still retained a lot of my human nature. This was expected, considering I was raised with no knowledge of this realm once my memories were taken. Once everyone settled in with a clear plan to leave tomorrow for Mia's fight, she led me to our room to explain the rules.

"I'm sorry, Atlas. I should have already explained the old rules to you. It's just that so much has been going on, and it slipped my mind," she apologized.
"Just promise me this fight won't put you in any harm," I said to her.
"It won't. It's a battle of strength, a demonstration of our training. An Alpha must be the strongest in both human and wolf form, and to surpass someone else, you must prove your superiority. The fight will continue until one admits defeat. You are not allowed to cause any real injuries. If you do, you'll be disqualified. This fight is a way for me to earn respect. But since he challenged me, I can't have you fight, Atlas. It would reflect poorly on me," Mia explained.
"I understand now," I responded.
"Many of our issues are resolved through fights," Mia explained, going into more detail about the rules they followed. I listened, absorbing every word. Once she finished, she got up from the bed and looked at me with a cute smile.
"As promised, you are in control tonight," she said, causing me to chuckle. I leaned in closer, pushing my hands under her shirt.

"So what are you going to do, Atlas?" she asked me, her voice tinged with anticipation. "Love you and make you feel good, especially now that you have the fight tomorrow," I responded, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. She studied my face, her eyes searching for clues. I loved how she tried to unravel me, her adorable expressions captivating me.
Slowly, I peeled off her shirt, savoring the sensation of her warm skin against my lips and tongue. Her pants followed suit, trailing my fingertips along her silky flesh. I gently lifted her, placing her on the bed before disappearing into the closet. When I returned, I held a bundle of black silk scarves I had found. Mia watched me intently, still trying to decipher my intentions.
"Just because you said I can do whatever I want, I still want you to know that if I'm doing anything you're uncomfortable with, I will stop," I assured her, my voice filled with sincerity. She nodded in understanding as I joined her on the bed. Tenderly, I brushed a stray hair away from her face before blindfolding her with one of the scarves.
"Are you still okay?" I asked, concern lacing my words. "Yes," she replied, her voice filled with trust. I proceeded to tie her wrists together with another scarf, ensuring it wasn't too tight. Another scarf was fastened to the headboard, connecting to the one binding her wrists, keeping her hands above her head. I made sure she felt no discomfort or pain.

"Atlas," she uttered, confusion present in her tone. Ignoring her words, I moved my hands up her body, relishing in the velvety softness of her skin. With a deliberate touch, I unhooked her bra, letting it slide off her body. I teased her nipples with my tongue, eliciting a moan from her as she shifted in the bed.
"It feels weird not being able to touch you," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
"That's because right now, it's my job to make you feel incredible," I whispered into her ear, my warm breath tickling her skin. Slowly, my hands traversed her body, tracing delicate patterns, while my lips explored, tasting and savoring the unique flavors of her skin. Each touch elicited a different response, a symphony of pleasure that fueled my own desire. As I slid off her damp panties, a surge of excitement coursed through me, knowing that my touch brought her as much bliss as it did me.
With deliberate intent, I trailed my tongue up her thighs, relishing the softness of her skin. The moment I reached her most sensitive area, I teased her with my mouth, causing her to cry out my name in a mixture of pleasure and desperation. "It's too much," she moaned, her essence dripping from her, evidence of her heightened arousal.
I shed my pants, eager to fulfill her desires. Moving back up her body, I captured her lips with mine, our tongues dancing in a passionate embrace. As I pushed my fingers into her entrance, she implored me impatiently, "I want you, not your fingers." Chuckling in response, I granted her wish, rubbing my tip against her slick entrance. Her hands strained against the restraints, a symphony of desire and anticipation.
Kissing her body once again, I thrust inside her, eliciting a resounding, primal moan from deep within her throat. With deliberate precision, I moved slowly, taking my time with each powerful movement, savoring the exquisite sensation of our bodies merging. Devouring her lips, our connection intensified as I lifted her against me, our desires entwined in a passionate dance.
I don't think she has ever been so vocal before. As I occasionally moved my hands around her body, I could feel the warmth of her skin. While continuing to thrust inside of her, I held on as long as I could, trying to hit every spot that made her moan and call out my name. Finally, I spilled my seed deep within her. But I was far from done. I gently moved her, slightly adjusting her position on the bed while keeping the blindfold on her, but releasing her hands.
As I positioned her on her side, I surprised her by thrusting into her again, causing her to moan out my name. Her pleas for me to go harder only fueled my desire. I continued, feeling myself swelling within her. This time, I was prepared as I released my seed once more and held her against my body. The intensity of the moment made me want to stay inside of her forever. "Thank you, Atlas. I feel amazing," Mia said in my arms. I gently kissed her as she drifted off to sleep. Once my swelling calmed, I pulled out of her and softly washed her off with a warm cloth, being careful not to wake her and removed her blindfold.
I made my way to the sitting room we have all been using to get a drink and calm down. It looked like Flint had the same idea as he offered me a whisky that he already had poured. I thanked him.
"Mia ready for her fight?" he asked me.
"Yes, she explained it better, and she seems excited to prove her strength," I responded to him.
"Sounds like her," he chuckled.
"The pack lands should be safe for her tomorrow, but we should still be on high alert. Don't ever let Mia out of your eyesight," Flint explained.
"I have no intention to, although I have to say, during the car ride and the meeting today, you had your eyes glued on Mia more than normal. Is there something you are not telling me? Should I be worried for her safety tomorrow?" I asked him.
"It's okay, Flint. I believe now, this part of Mia's destiny cannot be altered, even if you tell Atlas," Bryn whispered softly entering the room.
"Tell me what," I questioned, my voice laced with worry. Bryn took a deep breath before responding, her words carrying a weight of certainty. "My mother had the ability to glimpse into the future of certain individuals. She would see multiple paths, and Mia was one of those she saw frequently. In every version of Mia's future that she documented, the enemy always manages to get their hands on her."
A surge of anger welled up within me, my muscles tensing involuntarily. Without thinking, a low growl escaped my lips. "That doesn't mean they win, Atlas. It simply means that Mia may need to be prepared to face separation from us. But I know she will survive. Fate won't allow her to fail," Bryn explained, her words resonating with a sense of unwavering belief.
"History can't repeat itself. I failed to protect her in our past life, and I can't let that happen again this time." I said.
"It won't," Bryn replied, her voice steady. "I can't speak for Mia's strength in her past, but I can speak to this. She only had you and four others by her side back then. But now, she's building an army. Not just that, she's grown even stronger since she met you again, Atlas. Mia understands the importance of working together. You need to trust in her, and trust in all of us."
As I listened to Bryn's words, I could feel the weight of the impending battle pressing down on me. The room seemed to grow colder, a chill running down my spine. But I pushed the fear aside, focusing on the task at hand.
"We all want to avoid any harm ever coming to her," Bryn continued, her voice filled with determination. "But as I told Flint, we cannot guarantee that. So the next best thing is to prepare her to survive. And I think she is. Now, let's focus on tomorrow. Mia will win the fight, and then we must start preparing the warriors for battle and planning our move against Thora."
"The witch is right," Brutus spoke in my mind, his voice filled with conviction. "Our mate is a strong survivor. If they get their hands on her, they will regret it in the end."
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. The room seemed to fade away, and all that mattered was the task ahead. Mia's safety was at stake, and I would do whatever it took to protect her.