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"You don't have to be self-conscious. You wanted more information on the Luna's though, right?" "Right," I said with a nod, breathing an internal sigh of relief. He began to drag his fingers along the spine of the books, and I just stood back and watched. "Aha," he said at last, plucking a book from the shelf. It was a decent sized book, but nowhere near the size of those around it. "This is the history of the Luna's for the past century." "A whole century and it's that small?" I asked in surprise.

As Amara stepped out of her new apartment, she spotted Alpha Damon standing by his sleek, black car. He was dressed in black jeans and a button-up shirt, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His piercing gaze was locked on her, sending a rush of emotions through her. Handsome, her wolf, Olivia, purred in her head. The possessive claim stirred something deep within her. As Amara approached him, she held his gaze unwaveringly, feeling a strange pull that she couldn't explain.

Since Susan is still doing most of the luna’s work until Adron is dead. Every time I walked in here, my breath got taken away. It was beautiful. The smell of books was something I’ll never tire of. There was one book that really stood out to me. It was called The History of Vampire Behavior. Sitting down, I opened it up and began to read.

**** The bookstore is well known throughout Indonesia because of its branches everywhere. Like now, Alsava is rarely interested in Best Seller shelves because they are often deceived by stories that promise to make crying and laughing together. What else is read by millions of people from an authoring platform. It is as if the promotional words on the cover of the book only explain that the contents of the book do not believe that in oneself.

Vera snapped, letting out a sharp, forced laugh to cover her embarrassment. Her laughter cut off instantly as Miaree turned around, stepping directly into Vera's personal space. "Let me clarify something for you, sweetie," Miaree said, her voice dropping to a dangerous, icy whisper. "I wash with eucalyptus body wash, soak in Susanne Kaufmann oils, and use Tom Ford Oud Wood soap. My perfume alone is Chanel Grand Extrait. The total cost of my morning routine could fund your family's entire lifestyle for the next five months."

His presence was a door left open, a choice. Luna moved to a small bookshelf. Her fingers, no longer rough from scrubbing but smooth and sure, trailed over the spines. She found the book—a slender, leather-bound volume on alpine flora. As she pulled it free, a folded piece of parchment, brittle with age, fluttered to the floor.