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I admitted with frustration, “I’m just so tired still, and I really am just worried about the kids. More and more of my visions seem to be focused on them and the fact that they are not safe.” Just then, my eyes caught the upside-down open book on the sofa. “Did you find anything helpful in the books?” I ask gesturing towards the open one by my feet. Aleksandr shook his head, “Not yet, but I didn’t get very far into them before you started tensing up from your dream. I didn’t want to wake you and interrupt the vision, but I did what I could to comfort you while you were in it.” “Thank you,” I smile as I place my palm to his chest and lean my head against his shoulder.

It looked harmless, but he knew better. “That thing," he swore. “We have to get rid of that book, before it does something else." Alexa pulled back, her eyes swollen yet surprisingly dry. She hesitated, her eyes narrowing on the book. "You're right!” She swallowed. "We should get rid of it.” Together, they approached the book. Zephyr reached for it, his heart pounding in his chest like it'd fly out the very next mimite. The second his fingers grazed the cover, the room shuddered.

“For every day. For every child. For every laugh. For every chapter of our history.” Lena came for a second time, intense and trembling, the legs tightly wrapped around him. Alexander followed her with a deep, long moaning and kept her close as if he wanted to keep this moment forever. After that they lay naked under the light ceiling, the spring air gently hurt through the window in. “Hundert Chapter”, Lena whispered happily. “And the most beautiful chapter is still that we just write.” Alexander kissed her forehead and drew her even closer. “And it will never be

Like when she tried to alphabetize the poetry section and accidentally created an entirely new system based on “emotional vibes.” Or when she attempted to carry too many books at once and nearly toppled over—only for Alex to catch them just in time. “You’re a disaster,” he said. “I prefer ‘creative chaos,’” she corrected. “You dropped three books.” “I dropped two. The third one slipped.” “That’s not better.” She smiled. “You caught them anyway.” He paused. Then said quietly, “Yes… I did.” ***** That evening, as the bookstore closed and the golden light of sunset began to fade into something deeper, quieter… Alex found himself hesitating.

There's a suffocating silence in the house, and I'm happy to let it keep on existing but again… I hardly ever get what I want. I'm reading one of my books, the one where the Alpha doesn't resent his wife and where he doesn't seem repulsed by the sight of her I'm right at the part after kisses and well detailed foreplay, the part where they fuck and hold each other all through the night, when I hear the rough purr of a familiar engine. Only one person has a truck that makes a sound like a demon possessed wolf growling. I'm out of my seat in a second, book forgotten on the windowsill and all thoughts of sex with a loving alpha out of my mind.

Emily responded, hopeful. “Maybe, I do not believe Alex will leave any clue on paper, especially since he did not want to tell us what those experiments had turned him into,” I sighed. “He did not tell us because he was ashamed of what we will think of him but I also know that he would not have given this book to my brother if it wasn't important, this book was Alex's favourite and he treasure it so much,” Emily responded. “Maybe you are right,” I answered, think of all the times I had tried to gain hold of that book and Alex would not let me read it, saying I might destroy and he had no way of getting hold of it again since it was the last one of it's kind.

She was able to push Alex away even though his grip on her was tight enough to break her bones. "All done." Hermes voice brought her out of her thought and her gaze went to her bandaged hand. "Thank you." "You don't have to thank me. Just stay away from Alex. That guy is messed up in his head and might kill you one day. I don't want that happening." he sighed and brought his bag forward. "I was able to get the book you requested for. It is here." "Really?" she picked the bag and removed the book in it. Even though it was big and old fashioned, she was glad that she finally found a book where she can pen down what she want.

“Yes. He is Xaulfur, the demon-obsessed. I’m Daymion, the Alpha.” “Then you both might have a few likenesses that make people think you are him.” I say it as if I am certain even when I somehow doubt myself. I have an absurd feeling that this younger brother is a psycho, lowlife scholar who spends most of his lifetime in libraries and local museums, or even shrines. “We have separate fathers, and…” the old man chuckles as his head drops, the very first time to see and hear him laugh. “I am much older. We are not alike in any way even. He might be the opposite of me.”

He smiled. There was a buzz sound and Alexander stood up and walked over to the bookshelf where he took out two books from the third row this time. He put his hand through the open space and pushed, causing the shelf to come off the wall. He looked back at Kristine, who frowned back at him. She knew he was aware someone touched the books “I was bored, so I thought I would find something interesting to read.” She lied. “And?” he asked. “And I couldn’t. Your book taste is nice, but not for me.”

A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips but it eventually vanished. “He went out first. The team needed him immediately.” I nodded and shyly stood up from bed. Of course, he’s the Alpha. Why would he even wait for me, right? I just fixed myself before docking from the ship. My mouth dropped open when I saw the situation outside. Trees were lifeless. I don’t even think there’s life here. Buildings and houses were destroyed and burned. This has become their life? In all of my years in experience, I have never saw something like this. Even being a Warrior Witch, I have never seen something like this.