Book Matched Novels & Stories

I found my way to the library, hoping to read up on the mate bond. Thick leather bounded books filled the heavy oak shelves. Hundreds written on the instant bond at 18. only one of the other sides of bonding. I picked the book up before finding a secluded area. I pulled my knees against my chest as I began reading.

I stepped closer to the middle shelf, my soft work shoes making no sound against the black stone floor. I did not just dust the shelves tonight. I reached out my hand, my thick maintenance glove rubbing against the cold iron, and touched the thick spine of an ancient history book about the early northern territories. I gripped the leather and pulled it out slightly, moving it just half an inch forward. It was no longer perfectly aligned with the rest of the row. It stuck out, a tiny flaw in his perfect wall. Then, I walked to the next shelf on the opposite wall. I found a heavy, gold-lettered ledger about ancient pack laws and territorial boundaries. I took it down completely, slid it to the

The crowd erupted in an uproar. Kenneth had not expected me to have a backup plan. He shouted angrily, "Don't believe her! She's a scheming woman who's always framing others!" "Really?" I shot back sarcastically. "The public isn't blind. Let them judge for themselves. Why are you getting so worked up all of a sudden?" As I spoke, I played the video on my phone. Burned once in my previous life, I had learned my lesson. This time around, I had befriended the banquet hall manager early on. Every move in the hall had been recorded from start to finish and downloaded onto my phone.

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

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I shift uncomfortably in my seat when Noah walks in and stands beside me with a sad smile on his lips. I go to ask him what’s wrong when Shari brings in a large black book. It looks ancient. The edges of the pages have yellowed over the years and will no doubt crumble when touched. She places the book on the table in front of me as she flicks her wrist as the pages turn and stop. I place my mug down and shuffle forward, and read the names. When I gasp at the names, I am seeing. My stomach rolls as I fight the urge to vomit. Robert and Jennifer have a fabricated mate bond!

she whispered but bypassed it and continued the search. Why don't you check that strange book again, her wolf said when she got to the end of the shelf and was still unsuccessful in the search. She went back to where she had seen that storybook, silently hoping that she would recognize it. To her surprise, finding it did not prove difficult. She pulled it out of its place between two other books. Just as the old woman had told her, the band was pink and the rest of the front and back covers were grey. "I think I found it," she said and handed it to the old woman, who had been standing behind her the whole time.

Her aunt gives her a small smile and nods, Celine finds the bookmark and opens to the page. The woven bookmark has a faded blue tassel and was made of woven threads depicting wolves running in a forest, at the bottom of the bookmark was an old wolf’s tooth with a hole drilled through to be able to tie it onto the bookmark. She puts it to one side to look at the page it had been marking. It looked much like many of the others she had seen flipping through. But its words had her feeling like her world was slipping through her fingers and she was unable to do anything to stop it.

But no ledger. Damn it. I pivoted to the shelves next, scanning quickly. The books were arranged neatly, except— There. A thick, black leather-bound book sat slightly out of place, its spine worn from use. My fingers curled around it, and I flipped it open, my eyes skimming over the pages. Names. Transactions. Locations. Everything Adriano wanted. Got it. Relief flooded my chest, but I didn’t have time to savor it. Just as I turned to leave, I heard footsteps.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.