Celeste's POV
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"Luther..." The edge in my voice shocked even me.
Atlas arched his brow, turning around to face the incoming Alpha.
Luther wore a royal blue jacket, the zipper left open halfway down. Exposing his chiselled chest and abs. His blonde hair was styled perfectly—too perfectly.
And his scent... That familiar musk that I'd always melted at the first whiff of. Gods, I hate the fact that I was still attracted to it. I couldn't even lie to myself.
I still find this cheating cum bag attractive! And it's all thanks to this fucking mate bond.
"Cel," Luther's lips curled into a soft smile when he got in front of us. Giving Atlas a brief glance, he continued. "You're aware of—"
"Dean Thorne's crazy directive?" I smiled sarcastically. "Yes, Luther. I am. Please, can you not call me that?"
He frowned. "Call you what?"
