Sorry I'm Mated To The Commander novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

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Layla was a bit passive when it came to relationships, a common trait among the kids from the Wastelands-9 OrphanCore.

Growing up abandoned left them all with a deep-seated lack of security.

But somehow, Atlas’s simple words managed to strike the softest spot in her heart.

Looking at his handsome face and the raw devotion in his eyes, Layla sighed. “I wish you were always like this.”

“Star, does that mean you want my rut to never end?” Atlas’s eyes lit up. He moved closer, the scent of his pheromones intensifying in the air.

Layla was at a loss for words.

That wasn’t what she meant at all.

But the air was already thick with the rich scent of cedar.

‘Maybe this is the last time,’ she thought.

She lowered her gaze, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss.

One was desperate to please his partner; the other figured it was their last night together and decided to hold nothing back.

Soon, the heavy cedar scent was mingled with the cloyingly sweet fragrance of roses.

“Star, I love the smell of your pheromones,” he murmured.

“Shut up.”

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Gentle morning light streamed through the blinds, illuminating the two beds that had been pushed together.

The man with fluffy fox ears slowly opened his eyes. He frowned, catching the lingering scent of pheromones

in the air.

Looking down, he found his arms wrapped tightly around the woman in his embrace.

Atlas froze.

Every single thing that had happened during his rut came rushing back, crystal clear.

The most mortifying part was how he had clung to this woman, how shamelessly he’d begged for her

attention.

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A flash of anger crossed his handsome face. He clenched his fists, pulled his arms back, and got up to dress in his crisp uniform.

Before leaving, he noticed his clothes piled up in the closet and winced.

He refused to believe that needy idiot had been him.

With a cold expression, he turned and walked out. The moment he left the tiny dorm room, he was once again the mysterious, aloof, and powerful Prince Atlas the public knew.

As the dorm door clicked shut, Layla, who had been lying in bed, slowly opened her eyes.

It was all over. It wouldn’t be long now before she received a notification from Atlas to dissolve their marriage.

In reality, as Atlas sat in the aero-vehicle, he was staring at his optical computer. At the name listed under “Spouse”: Layla Sullivan.

A shifter in rut didn’t think much, but their basic instincts were sharp. And Atlas’s instincts told him this woman was a perfect match for him.

His craving for her pheromones had been real, too.

But getting married like this, and even spending his entire rut with her… it was absurd.

Especially the part where he’d been so damn clingy.

Atlas rubbed his temples. “Why didn’t you stop me?” he asked his adjutant, Roger Lewis, who was trying his best to become invisible.

Roger nearly burst with grievance. “Your Highness, how could I possibly stop you? Besides, the Queen herself ordered me to take you to Ms. Sullivan’s dorm. I had to obey.”

‘Sorry, Your Majesty,’ he thought, ‘but I have to throw you under the bus. I can’t handle the Prince’s wrath.

Atlas let out a cold laugh. “It seems you have too much time on your hands. Go to Wastelands-9. I hear there are void raiders there. Don’t come back until you’ve caught a few.”

“Yes, sir…” Roger whimpered internally.

Atlas first returned to his own quarters and took a long, hot shower, finally washing away the overwhelmingly sweet scent of roses.

He couldn’t believe that a woman who looked so cool and distant had pheromones that smelled like that.

He pressed his lips together, changed into a fresh uniform, and headed for the palace.

In the palace rose garden, Queen Leilani, dressed in an elegant, floor-length golden gown, was pruning the

rose bushes.

She was a powerful Mer, but she had been away from the sea for far too long.

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She was like a prized rose, its thorns removed, displayed in a crystal vase.

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Hearing footsteps, Leilani spoke without turning. “Atlas, you’re just in time. Go fetch my favorite crystal vase

for me.”

Atlas’s mouth twitched in resignation, but he turned and did as he was told, retrieving his mother’s favorite

vase.

Leilani had already selected a few of her favorite roses. She trimmed them and arranged them in the vase. “Take this to my bedroom,” she instructed a servant.

“Take this to my bedroom,” she instructed a servant.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Leilani looked up, a small smile playing on her lips when she saw the dark scowl on her son’s face. “Join me for some coffee.”

“Mom, it’s morning,” he grumbled.

“Oh? So you just rolled out of her bed?”

Atlas was speechless.

This conversation was impossible. If she weren’t his mother, he might have done something drastic.

Leilani sat on a wicker bench and had a robot servant bring out a glass of milk and breakfast for Atlas. Noticing his lack of appetite, she smiled. “You haven’t dissolved the marriage, have you?”

She hit the nail on the head again.

The most notoriously short-tempered commander on Alpha Prime mumbled, “No. But Mom, I don’t want to

be married to her.”

“But the fact that you haven’t immediately ended it proves that you know she’s a good match. Atlas, a one- hundred-percent genetic match is a gift. Why not spend a little more time with her? Give each other a

chance.”

“Mom, not every hundred-percent match is a gift. You and Dad…”

The gentle warmth in Leilani’s smile slowly faded.

Atlas pressed his lips together. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Leilani wasn’t truly angry. She looked up, her gaze traveling past the vibrant garden to the distant horizon, though the world beyond the palace walls remained out of sight.

“Atlas, supreme power is dazzling, but it comes with so many chains. It makes you lose so much. I don’t want you to be trapped by it.”

Atlas looked up.

“So you want me to be with Layla?”

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“Silly boy, our situations are not the same. We won’t force you into any choice. I just hope you’ll give yourself a chance to try. If it still doesn’t work, then you can make the choice you feel is right.”

Atlas didn’t say another word. He finished breakfast with his mother and then left.

He went straight to military headquarters and buried himself in the work that had piled up over the last few days, determined not to think about the marriage or the woman involved.

Meanwhile, Layla curiously checked her optical computer.

‘Is this thing broken?’ she wondered.

‘Why haven’t I received a divorce petition from Atlas?’

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