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Then I gathered a few necessary belongings, took all the cash in the palace and I left. I couldn’t go to a pack as I would be recognized. The Alpha would report my location to Nathan. So I went to a human city, a place he had no sway over. After being pampered for so long, I had forgotten how to do a lot of things. But thankfully, there were plenty of restaurants and coffee shops available in the city. I especially enjoyed the libraries and museums. I was getting used to human life when I overheard a group of women talking in the library. They were talking about Beta Academy, that’s what got my attention. Witches, I thought to myself. “You will be well compensated if you go.” One of them sai

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

I go through each, flipping through pages of what seems like strange concoctions that look like potions, how to cook a pig in less than five minutes, how to draw flames from your bare hands. There's every possible thing pointing at the kind of lifestyle they lived, and it all seems like it's taken straight out of a fantasy book, all of them pointing toward the existence of magic. Like they were actual witches. I skim through more, hungry for more, wishing I could read all of them, learn from each of them, but that's clearly not possible. I draw closer to the end of the shelf until my hand stops at the very last book, wrapped in old paper. I pick it up, unraveling it slowly while my curiosity

At the very least, she was relieved to escape the confined space of the kitchen. As Marcus worked at the sink, Vivienne wandered back into the front room where her curiosity got the better of her. She drifted over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, her fingers tracing the spines of the array of worn paperbacks and hardcovers in a variety of colours and sizes. Expecting to find typical bodyguard or espionage novels, she was taken aback to discover a collection dominated by high fantasy titles and series. Lord of the Rings, The Way of Kings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Witcher, there was even a collection of classic fairytales.

"FTC bought your fairy tale. Acquisition breathes." "Our fairy tale," I countered, hazel dissecting his obsidian calm, sipping sharp burn. "Omega's hack narrative sticks—for now. Your move next." Proximity hummed danger, his heat invading silk, cologne smoky citrus invading senses. Bodies pressed close in the swirl, his hand ghosting my waist—claim veiled as dance. Synergy crackled, minds circling, but undercurrent pulled darker, forbidden heat pooling traitorous.

Lord Zarek only threw a gaze at me but said nothing. The Lycans whispered something to each other, and part of their conversation ended with a witch hunt. It made me wonder if we were out to hunt witches. We boarded the carriage and rode off. I sat closer to Lord Korran, while Fenrik sat directly opposite me. I had a book in his hands that he was reading from. “Still reading that witch's book,” Lord Korran said. “You know I've been wondering how a Velkrin could appear without the presence of a vampire,” Fenrik said.

At least, for now, I want to pretend everything is still alright. I step out of the kitchen and through the corridor to the living room. "Would you like any snacks with—" I gasp halfway through my question, nearly dropping the tray. Rhys is holding a familiar book in his hand. I instantly know what it is, but I stubbornly hope he didn’t read it. That thought flies out the window when he opens his mouth. "You have quite the imagination, Kira Davidson."

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.

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