ATLAS' POV.
The door shut behind me with more force than I intended, the echo carrying down the corridor. My wolf stirred restlessly in my head, but I ignored him. I needed to breathe. I needed distance—from that room, from her, from the look in her eyes that still burned in the back of my mind.
I strode down the hall. The silence pressed close around me, broken only by the sound of my boots and the faint thud of my heartbeat. My jaw ached from how tightly I was clenching it.
Damn her.
That woman had the nerve to look me dead in the eye and argue with me as if she were my equal. That wasn’t something I saw on a daily basis. Not from anyone, much less a visiting delta who’d barely managed to stay conscious an hour ago.
“I thought you liked it,” North’s voice sounded in my head, picking
