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      â it seems youâve gotten the wrong idea, â atlas stepped forward, burying his hand in tylerâs chest without a second thought, he wouldnât tolerate his wife being touched, even if she wasnât hurt, he couldnât have klausâ little hybrids running around like they owned this town. for amara, he was willing to risk everything. he flexed his fingers around tylerâs pumping organ, it only worked that bit harder with his intrusion, â itâs this easy for me to kill you, for any of us. being a hybrid doesnât make you indestructible, youâre still just some dumbass kid whoâs playing a game far too old, and far too strong for him to keep up with. â @lockwccdâ
Tyler hadnât seen it coming. One minute, he came-face-to-face with an unfamiliar man and the next, the same excruciating jolt of infuriating agony gripped his heart tightly. He felt like one of those rag dolls stuffed with cotton in an awkward and highly uncomfortable way. At least Tyler knew where Amara stole the move from. âThen why havenât you?â Tyler ignored the moan fighting its way past his lips, spitting out the statement boldly and honestly. He didnât want to die, that was never truthfully the case, but if the original werewolves had a real problem with the hybrids, why not eliminate the threat? âIâm not going to explain my reasons. Wonât even lie to you that maybe I was being a little selfish.â His heart hammered, feeling the organ pulse against Atlasâ hand. âIf this is about your girl, I was hungry. I was cranky and dealing with, I donât know, higher emotions.â














