ATLAS’ POV
There is a tension getting back to the hotel room that is immeasurable. The moment the door latches to the room, Ezra finally unleashes his pent up questions.
“What is going on with you two? Why is Luna so p*ssed at you,” he points to me, “and crying in your arms the next minute. She is Atlas’ mate! Like come on man.”
Arlo is about to talk, probably lie for my sake, and I decide it’s f*cked up to lie to our Gamma. “I f*cked Hazel, Hazel rubbed it in Luna’s face. Luna and Hazel apparently hate each other. And Arlo and I are both mated to Luna.”
Ezra’s mouth opens and closes, then opens again and closes again. “Well, that doesn’t make sense, an Alpha and a Beta are never mated to the same mate, the power dynamic wouldn’t work.”
“That’s what Flint said,'' Arlo says whi
