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He asked and Mishka’s eyes quickly snapped back at him. “N-no, why?” “I love her books! Snowdrop Publications publishes her books, and every time I went to her book launches, they always said she likes to keep her identity hidden. Scarlet’s first book was an inspirational story, and you know what? It helped me a lot to deal with problems.” Christian stated. Mishka stared at him. “No, I don’t know any Author Scarlet, but I’d love to read her books now.” She said. Christian smiled. “Sure. I’ve all her books.” He said and Mishka glanced at her wristwatch with a worried face.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Why would you think that? Don’t you know that this pack in particular embraces all types of wolves?” I pointed toward his reading materials. “Ah yes, the books that were given to me to read.” He looked down not very impressed. “ I can’t say I truly believe this is how it is and it isn’t the way things have been told to me. I wonder if perhaps they were placed in my sell as a trick by say a little wolf to get me to talk?” He raised his eyebrow at me and I didn’t speak allowing him more room to speak. Something I had figured out about Gorm is liked to be the center of the room so if I was quiet enough he’d tell me things. “Although I’m not complaining I do enjoy you

His eyebrows knit together as he frowns at me “Don’t call me stupid” “You don’t see it do you. Breydon knew I marked you, made you my equal. They are trying to take you down because they don’t want you to take….” I drift off, recognising the open book on the table, the one Maddox had written about me “Why are you looking at that?” Christian follows the direction I am looking in “It is quite useful actually” “How is a book about me useful?” moving around the desk to look at it, the pages are open to ones I hadn’t read, it was literally like a diary account of me growing up but Christian snatches it away from me before I had a chance to read anything other than dates.

-Leia- After the other night’s disaster, I’ve decided not to jump to any kind of conclusion when it comes to Christian. I burnt my goddamn fingers and was left to suffer without talking things through with a man I know is good for me. He might have a history, but that’s just it, right? Everyone says he’s changed, my mom likes him, he’s hard-working and doesn’t lie to me. I know it’s just my insecurities speaking, but what does Christian even see in me?

Christian Sebastian stayed quiet for a second, like he was picking the right words from that overstuffed moral handbook of his. His jaw flexed, his fingers tapping against the arm of the chair. That look on his face? Yeah, I’ve seen it before. It always came before a lecture. “You being a professor isn’t the issue, Christian. It’s everything else that comes with you. The scandals. The temper. The reckless shit you do like it’s a damn sport. The fact that you’re currently screwing your stepmother and keeping a fucking postulant under your roof.”

“He only loved the fragile side of me—the weak, soft part that I always showed him. But that wasn’t love. He never loved ME.” Christian reached into his coat without another word and pulled out a book. Its leather cover was worn, its corners slightly bent. He tossed it lightly toward her, and it landed on the blanket beside her knees. “The answers you seek are in there,” he said flatly as he rose from the chair. Without giving her another glance, he turned and walked toward the door. The guard followed him out, and soon the room was quiet again, except for Allison’s uneven breathing. She stared at the book lying next to her for a long time. Her hands trembled as she reached for it, her finge

“Well, I'll keep in mind that murdering a girl's entire family is romantic.” Christian chuckled, and I was briefly distracted by the chills that ran through me at that. He stood from his chair and walked round the desk to pick the book from my hand. “You can say whatever you want, Olivia, but Slater was a hero.” “He was an asshole.” He laughed again. Now he was standing facing me, and I found myself trying to put some distance between us until my back hit the desk. Christian cornered me, towering over me as his gaze swept over my eyes, and then my lips.

I linger in the doorway, staring up at him. "Ace?" "Yeah?" "Does Christian... like, ever bring anyone home?" I ask, keeping my tone casual, though my pulse is racing. "I never see him with a woman here." Ace bursts out laughing, shaking his head. "You really don't want to know, do you?” “Nah... tell me,” I urge. “Your stepfather is fiercely faithful to your mother. That's how much he loved her. Unbelievably faithful, even after death. He doesn't look at anyone else. He barely has the time."