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The constant lip biting from her told me to brace myself for whatever she was about to reveal. "Look. Remember the birth book?" I nodded my head. "Remember how it opened up by itself when you touched it?" "Yes." "It's an enchanted book kept in an enchanted chamber. It can only be opened by an Alpha and..." she licked her lips and cautiously whispered, "his soulmate." I watched her in an incredulous stare, my lips parting. For a moment, everything inside me just stopped working. Then I blinked, lowering my gaze, and the wheels in my head started turning, my heartbeat picking up speed.

This technique had finally calmed her down significantly. After making sure that she was calmed, he picked up the book from her luggage. 'I too had a love story ' was the title of the book, he had seen her read it many times. It was one of her favourite books which easily caused her to tear up by the time she finished reading. She patted her bed and asked him to lay with her as he read the novel. So he decided to clear his work related stuff and kick off his shoes and settle next to her.

So she could not fully understand the ancient literature. She listened to the lesson confusedly. Aliana was at a loss. A brand-new literature book appeared in front of her. "Here you are." The childish male voice revealed a hint of seriousness. Aliana looked up at the boy who gave her the book. His soft blonde hair jumped slightly as he moved. His fair, tender skin was faint pink in the sunlight. His pretty eyes looked coldly at Aliana, and his delicate lips were pursed. He would absolutely become a very handsome man.

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It was a joke for her, as if her husband hadn’t deceived her. But Alpha Ares wouldn’t do that to her. No, he can’t…. Right? Despite wanting to believe him, my inner wolf screamed at me in pain. It was the sound of a bond– sacred and warm— now breaking, being tainted and turning cold. I didn’t want to believe it but every passing minute of the pain and the bile rising in my throat didn’t let me think otherwise. Rising to my feet, I forced myself to head over to the Alpha wing, the one he’d slowly made his own– where I no longer felt welcomed. But today, I didn’t care about any of that as I ignored the staff greeting me. My head was clouded with painfully disturbing thoughts.

As the nurse wheeled him out, he overheard two other nurses gossiping nearby. “Did you hear? That livestreamer, Sean, is hospitalized here.” “I did! His wife treats him so well. She booked an entire floor for him.” “Wow… she’s the daughter of an affluent family and is still so attentive. I’m so jealous.” “Although I heard his wife had a lot of scandals before…” “So what? Can’t someone become loyal again for the person they love?” ‘Become loyal again for the person they love...’ James lowered his gaze and gave a bitter smile.

It wasn't what he needed. He loved her like an old, beloved book. One he’d read so many times he knew every line, could quote passages in his sleep. One he kept on the nightstand out of habit and affection, even when he wasn’t actively reading it anymore. It was comforting just to know it was there. Maybe that was the problem. He’d stopped reading her. Stopped turning the pages. Stopped asking what came next. He forgot that she was still growing, still changing, still becoming someone new. He treated her like a finished story, neatly bound and complete, when she was still mid-chapter. Still writing herself in ways he never bothered to notice. When she finally closed the book and walked away,

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And in the center… a single book lay open as if waiting. My heart pounded. I approached slowly. The title glowed faintly: Rituals of Primordial Balance My fingers trembled as I read. When opposing forces inhabit one vessel, equilibrium may be achieved through Separation of Essence. I froze. Separation? I kept reading. The vessel may divide power willingly, preserving balance by sacrificing personal existence within the physical realm. My breath caught. Sacrifice. Not death. Something worse. Erasure.

Their time together lessened, but their bond only deepened. They cherished what they had, every second of it, as though fate might snatch it away again. --- One evening, while organizing books in the library, Arthur found an old copy of Augustine’s Confessions. The book was worn and dusty, but as he flipped through it, a torn paper slipped out. It was a prayer scribbled in delicate handwriting: “Lord, if ever I am found worthy of joy again, let it be a joy I can share, not hoard. Let my love be pure, not penance.”