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While Kingston was doing his part, I checked around the place, scanning the entire area when we both spoke simultaneously. “There!” We pointed toward the small shelf in the far end corner, near the fireplace. I sped, then grabbed the book. It was the same as the last one I had read and when I turned to the last page, THE END was written. “Yes! This is the one!” I exclaimed. “But it’s a lot to read,” Kingston complained. “You forgot that I’m a fast reader,” I smirked. As I scanned through, I came across the word “Symbiotic Bond,” and the phrase triggered something.

The little goblin stood this way, the book held tightly in her hands, her lips moving silently. "Well?" Mike asked after nearly a minute had passed. "Tink doesn't remember." Shoulders slumping, Tink handed the book to Mike. "Maybe husband figure out?" "We'll see." Opening the book, he was surprised to see the words swim across the page, the text fixing itself in place before his eyes. Expecting some profound piece of magic, he realized he was looking at a fairly simple recipe for peanut butter cookies. Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page.

Then again, my life wasn’t normal. “As far as what I know about hybrids,” CLAIRE continued, “I know the brainwashing bullshit that VEXX teaches, and I know my own experiences. But I’m trying to find something in one of these books to back up any of what I think is true. We should keep at it.” Apparently, she wasn’t going to tell me her theories. I opened an ancient tome—so old that the pages were elegantly scribed by an individual rather than a machine. The artwork caught my attention first. In the section header was a drawing of a person with a wolf’s head. I read the passage below and sucked in a shallow breath.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

The full detail of what happens is in Harry and Brooke's book! ^ I really hope that makes sense aha.

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

**This page is free, and you should not be paying any coins for this** Lovelies, THESE THREE CHAPTERS ARE AVAILABLE ON THE BOOK BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Demon. As much as I wanted to put them here, I knew most of you had read the first book, and it would be unfair to let you pay for it again. But I will not put it here for free, as there were violent and steamy scenes there. To relive that moment, please open the book BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Demon and check out the following chapters:

She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her trembling fingers. The book creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in years. Its pages were yellowed and fragile, but tucked between random paragraphs were faint markings—notes written in delicate, slanted handwriting. Leah’s heart thudded as she scanned the lines, searching for meaning. On the third chapter, Sofia’s voice came alive. “Nothing is ever truly what it seems. A beautiful prison is still a prison.” Leah’s brows furrowed. She flipped another page. More underlines, this time around a quote from the book’s protagonist:

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I certainly did not anticipate a vicious Alpha to act in this manner. I opened the book and pulled a bulky chair to his bedside. I looked at him and replied, "Well, I suppose I'll do the talking since you're being such a bad host." I began reading aloud from the first page of the book. I read stiffly at first, not knowing how to speak in the motionless, silent room. The plot eventually drew me in, though. It was a story about an ancient warrior that was poetic, ferocious, and full of bizarre metaphors. My enjoyment of the Alpha was enhanced by the scribbled remarks in the margins.