Atlas's Pov
“Are you always this boring, or is it just when I’m in the room?” I asked, flopping onto the edge of Enzo’s massive bed like I owned the place.
Enzo didn’t even look up from his book. That irritated me more.
“You know,” I continued, tossing a pillow at him, “most people would kill to be in the Alpha’s quarters. I, for one, expected at least a banquet or someone feeding me grapes.”
He caught the pillow mid-air without breaking his sentence.
“I could arrange a beheading instead,” he muttered, still flipping through pages like he wasn’t threatening his actual littermate.
I gasped loudly, clutching my chest. “Enzo! Is that a death threat I smell in the air? You wound me.”
“Atlas,” he sighed.
“Present,” I replied sweetly, leaning forward like a kid about to hear a bedtime st
