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The Alpha’s library

ผู้เขียน: Claire Lemaire
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-09-12 00:36:49

Sloane's ribcage throbbed as she stepped into the Alpha's library, her senses cocooned in the smell of dusty pages, bergamot, and beeswax sticking to her as tight as a promise.

Rain pounded on leaded glass windows, a frenzied symphony for this night's clandestine performance.

She had waited for months before she was offered this chance, her name inexplicably first on a list she'd never even been known existed years ago.

Her heart was a primal drumbeat against her ribcage now, a beat which struggled with the hushed, overshadowing lines of books constructed of leather.

She did not find the Alpha behind a desk, but before a huge fireplace, standing there, the fire casting long, leaping shadows up the walls that surrounded him. Here, he was simply Kaelen, the Alpha of this place. He was no towering figure of a man, but there was something gargantuan about him, something deep and heavy that occupied the room. His dark whisky-brown eyes emerged up out of the fire and rested on her, and Sl
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