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You can just skip Part 2 and go directly to Part 3 *Gamma Carlos' Story is Completed once I launch the book, and we will dive directly into Beta Dominic and Alpha Darvin's stories BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Demon Will be launched around OCTOBER 12-13 *SCROLL DOWN FOR THE BLURB THE ALPHA BLOOD CIRCLE Book 1 to 6 (The Black Shadow Pack Next Generation) Tentative Launch Date for Book 1 - DEC 2022 Book 1 will be Alpha Jace and xxx Book 2 will be Beta Tyler and Catherine Book 3 will be Gamma Austin and Lexi Book 4 will be Alpha Zach and Amber

Dust clung to everything, and the dim lighting made it feel more like a tomb than a library. I found a small table in the corner and set my bag down, then started browsing through the shelves. It didn’t take long to realize that most of the books were about standard small-town fare—local history, genealogy, that sort of thing. But buried between the boring volumes on family trees and tax records, I found something a little more interesting. Legends of Blackthorn Ridge. The book was old, its spine cracked and its pages yellowed with age. The title alone made my pulse quicken with anticipation. I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open.

Others were modern thrillers and contemporary fiction, their glossy jackets still vibrant. But then she came to a section that felt...different. These books weren’t stacked like the others. They were nestled into the shelves like treasures, rich, cracked leather covers, some with gold foiling so worn it was barely legible. Her hand paused over one that read, The History of the Black Moon Pack. Her brows knit. “Pack?” she murmured under her breath, pulling it from the shelf.

For the other books in this series, here are the titles, and all of them can be found on Goodnovel. BLACK SHADOW PACK SERIES: Book 1 - HE’S MY ALPHA (Completed) Book 2 - THE BETA IS MINE (Completed) Book 3 - LOVING THE GAMMA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 1 - IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 2 - THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA (Ongoing) And for all my lovely, loyal readers, Thank you for waiting for this book! I hope you will stick with us as we join Alpha Riley and Nadia on a rollercoaster of emotions as they fight to find their own redemption.

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“Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “I like knowing how people lived before everything got loud. Plus, it’s an excuse to hide in here. Away from parties and drama.” “Smart girl,” he murmured. The way he said it made my stomach flip. Time passed. Maybe twenty minutes. We talked about everything and nothing. My terrible roommate. His awful coffee from the faculty lounge. How the basement always felt colder than the rest of the building. Our voices got softer, more comfortable. The dark made it easier somehow. Like we we

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A cold breeze ran through her skin, she turned to face the only window in Noir's room, and there she also spotted his table, colored in black. Blanche wondered why it was the only one that's painted in black. The curtains were grey, a shelf was brown, his chair was colored deep blue same with the carpet. She went and ran her pointing finger on the edge of the table. She ended with a clean forefinger, not one single dust caught. Which was opposite to what she expected. Noir liked that table most, no wonder he wrote so many books there. Blanche hasn't read not even one book of him. He said his books were not for children. He should've said that no child named Blanche could read it.

I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.