Wanting Her Back (Her Alpha Triplet Mates)
The heavy oak doors creaked as I pushed them open, the sound echoing ominously in the stillness.
Inside, the air was thick with dust and the scent of old parchment. I moved quickly, my fingers trailing along the spines of books until I found what I was looking for, texts on the moon goddess, ancient rituals, and the Fire of the Moon.
I hauled the tomes into my arms, the weight of them a small price to pay for the knowledge they held. With one last glance around, I slipped back into the night, the books pressed tightly against my chest.
By the time dawn broke, I had read every word, my eyes burning from lack of sleep. The moon ritual was as dangerous as it was powerful, but it was Willow’s be
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