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When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

I was so over this crap, I just wanted Charlie back in my arms, it was horrible with her being so far away “You are supposed to be my brother, do you not want to help me?” “It’s not that I don’t want to help, I just think we might be falling into a trap” Kayla comes quickly into the office carrying a large book, she looks flustered as she slams the open book down on the table sending bits of dust everywhere and making me cough. Kayla apologises and asks if we have heard about the one to rule them all. I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?”

In slow sensual movements, we edge our way towards a rapturous crescendo as the sunlight crests the buildings of the city outside and steams through my windows, then we fall asleep in a satiated tangle of limbs. I wake up to a loud buzzing and check the camera. It’s that special detective who handles BPD’s supernatural cases, Tabitha. I press the intercom button. “I’ll be down in a moment. I’m just waking up,” I tell her, honestly. Looking at my mates in the sleepy haze as they both stir. They are so beautiful, the pair of them. Now, if I can just get past my mistrust of wolves so that the other two can join us, we will be a perfect, albeit non-traditional family.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

I had to twist my hands in the covers to keep myself in place. He wanted to steal me away and keep me to himself. What girl wouldn't want an amazingly attractive, obviously rich, and powerful King to sweep them away to his hidden fortress and ravish them? Especially a shifter one. There were shifter novels through the roof in all the stores. On my e-reader alone I had tons of them. They were a secret indulgence of mine and not necessarily for the cryptids part.

"I beg to differ. I see our tastes are only similar in bed. " She let out an even softer and sultry laugh, enough to make him think of crawling back to her bed. "It's just disappointing how they cover you, I prefer you naked." Atlas didn't hide his smile, holding her gaze as he buttons his shirt. "I admire your honesty." "Isn't it the best policy?" She said, standing up and letting the blanket fall out of her. Atlas looked at her body one more time, trying to commit them to memory. He never fucks the same woman twice, they always get attached.

I prayed. The End Book 2, coming Next Week. F#c#bo%k page: A.K.Knight Inst@gr@m: athan941

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Fran- Nice Cover. Alpha Devon looks over the journal again and shakes his head. “You asked to see me, oh well, well, well, come to submit?” Atlas asks me. “You know you are mighty pretty.” “Atlas knock it off,” Devon tells him. “Want to explain this?” Atlas reads over the journal of attacks.

or fall even harder. 3rd Person POV As Atlas left the library, the soft sound of his footsteps faded down the hall until everything fell quiet again. Behind one of the tall bookshelves, Rowan stood still, hidden in the dim light filtering through the blinds. He hadn’t moved for several minutes, just watching.