ATLAS' POV.
The sound of my fists slamming against the punching bag echoed through the gym — thud, thud, thud. Each hit landed harder than the last. Sweat ran down my back, soaking through my shirt, but I didn’t stop. The burn in my muscles was the only thing keeping me from thinking too much.
I didn’t know what was going on anymore. Right now, I was as confused as they come. First, I invited—more like forced—her to attend the twins’ birthday party with me, and then back there in my office, I practically gave it away to her alpha that something was wrong with how much and how hard I defended her. I didn’t know what I was thinking. It wasn’t until after he’d left that I realized I’d probably given him the wrong idea.
But was it really wrong, though? That was a question I hadn’t been able
