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Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. He found himself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of his wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which he didn’t have a problem with MAYA reading. Anything that got his woman hot and horny was only a benefit to him. She turned the page of the book and started reading again. The scent of her arousal filled the room, making it harder for him to concentrate on the latest email. He dealt with the financial problems of his pack.

For a moment, I savored the quiet escape from the whirlwind outside. "Hmm," I began, swirling the glass in my hands. "Let's see... I belt out questionable tunes in the shower, prefer quiet nights with a book to these," I gestured around, "and this Friday night attire is definitely out of character." "Books?" His tone was genuinely curious, not the feigned interest I’d come to expect from most. "Any favorites?" "Jane Eyre," I replied without hesitation. "There’s something timeless about a woman's quest for love and autonomy."

I smiled when he started praising me. It was one of the few things my grandma taught me. She always believed that I was born for the greater good. And I would need all of her life experiences to go on with my life. Who would have thought, after being trained as an alpha, then as a Luna, I would also be getting the training to be the perfect beta woman.

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

Some part of me wanted that. Not because I wanted the power. Not because I wanted to collect people like trophies. Because the thought of being wanted like that; to be chosen like that, made something in my chest go warm and tight. All because I had read... things. Books. Ones that I pretended they were "just entertainment." Stories that had made me squirm under blankets and bite my lip and tell myself I was being ridiculous. But the ones that had gotten me the most... the ones that lit my skin up and made my pulse race, were the ones where the woman wasn't lonely in love.

So she picked it up finally and looked keenly at the white hardcover. "The Self Developed Woman." "Hmm…" Alethia expressed as she nodded lightly. She reckoned that the book could be a great read if only she could pour her heart into it. But while she loved to write, she hardly wrote, and she wasn't a fan of reading. Alethia opened the book anyway. The first page was the title page, so she opened it quickly and read the acknowledgment. She'd opened the next page when she felt something drop on her lap. So she raised the book and peeped under it.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

We both look out on the dancefloor, where Celine has started dancing and people instantly move, giving her space to move. "That is some kind of woman". Mark is staring captivated on the blonde vampire goth, before finally turning to me. "So you wanted to talk about wicca stuff ?" "Yeah". Honestly I also have to force my eyes away from her. It is like she has this power to keep Your attention. "I have read a bit about it, and as I said, I would really like to know some more. I thought you might know which web pages are usable or maybe some books you could recommend ? Everytime I read something online, I read the opposite on the next one. I don't really know what to believe".

Elias smiled. It was a wide, satisfied smile, the smile of a man who had just convinced himself he had won something that was never really a competition. "You see?" he said, turning to Isabella. "I told you she'd choose them over pride." Isabella said nothing. She was still watching me. She was smarter than him. She always had been, and that was the most dangerous thing about her, the way she wore her intelligence quietly, the way she let men like Elias feel clever while she watched every room for the exit.

We hug in the tiny dressing room, both of us crying now but for different reasons. That night, I downloaded a book called "Why Men Love Bitches" on my phone. The title makes me laugh—a real laugh that feels foreign after so much crying. If this is my bitch era, I might as well learn how to do it right. The book talks about confidence, about not chasing men who don't want you, about building a life that's so good you don't need anyone else to complete it. "This is good advice," Lyra says as I read. "Especially the part about not being available whenever he snaps his fingers."