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“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

I just wanted peace. Finally we located a bookstore. It was very fancy and it was packed with a lot of people. I swallowed hard, my mind drifting back to the first day I went to the bookstore packed like this, it was the first day my mother and I officially went out tige together— that was the day we discovered the potion to hide the scent and my mother wanted to give it a try after much persuasion. I walked straight to the dark romance section, dragging my fingers along the worn spines. They always helped—stories about twisted love and broken people. It made me feel seen in a strange, ugly way.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

“Order the same food as the table next to ours. The same food as the table next to theirs? Sirius cast a glance at Carol’s table, and he was shocked. They had ordered only spicy food… He hated spicy food… Sirius gave Boaz a signal. “Don’t go all wild on the spicy with me. Once you order the same food as Carol and Myka, order some non-spicy food for me.” But Boaz did not listen to him and handed the menu back to the server. “Titus likes spicy food, so just give us the same food as the table next to ours.”

Maybe he was a fan of Fifty Shades. He could have learned all the moves from the book. Paige glanced at Chris. He did not seem like the type to read erotica. Perhaps the book was his bible. Paige lifted the covers and looked at Chris smoking. Then, it dawned on her. Chris did not have a tobacco addiction. He did not really smoke. However, he enjoyed a puff or two after their bedroom fun. Paige asked Chris nervously, “You respect the old and care for the young, right?”

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

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Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

Not when she wanted it too. She rose on her toes just a little and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was slow. Gentle. He didn’t try to control it. He didn’t deepen it or take over. He let her lead, let her move at her own pace. It was soft, steady, and full of quiet gratitude. When she finally pulled away, her breathing was light but uneven. “That’s more like it” he murmured, heat flickering in his eyes. She smiled shyly and stepped back, picking up her bag again. “Now, I have books to bury myself in” she said lightly. “Please forgive the fact that I won't miss you or even remember you exist until you get home and interrupt my reading. It’s genuinely nothing personal”