Atlas' POV
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Truth or dare.
When the bottle spun and set on him and Luther, a small smile played on his lips.
He watched the young Alpha's face light up with excitement. As if he were certain that whatever choice he made, he'd be ready.
Atlas would love to test that.
"Truth."
Barely a few seconds after the word dropped from Luther—Atlas' mouth opened. "You've been with Celeste the longest. When did you first realise you were attracted to her?"
He caught Celeste's cheeks redden from the corner of his eyes.
To his surprise, the lightweight hybrid princess was bold enough to grab an empty glass, pouring some vodka for herself.
"Gentle, little miss." Azrael's baritone accompanied the rumble of thunder. "You don't want to take it all at once."
She barely listened, awkwardly taking long sips and then scrunching her face after they went down her throat.
