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Those were good times. Pushing open the library door, I was enveloped by the familiar scents of paper and ink. The sleek, modern shelves, packed with books of every genre, rose majestically to the ceiling, creating a sea of literary treasures. Every book had been handpicked by me, each one a reflection of my eclectic tastes. I navigated the narrow aisles, my fingers trailing over the spines of the books until they paused in front of a shelf filled with classic novels. With a practiced motion, I pulled a row of books off a shelf, revealing a small, discreet panel. I pressed my thumb against the cool surface, and the panel slid open with a soft click releasing a whisper of secrets.

“I’ve only gotten a bit over halfway through them. But yes, the ones I own I have read at least once, too.” She ran a loving hand lightly across the spines. “I was just admiring the way you organized them. Every other bookstore I’ve been in insists on displaying them in alphabetical order. It’s maddening. Don’t they know there’s a reading sequence involved here?” “I know, right?” Rick exclaimed. “You can’t read book one, then skip ahead to book twenty-three, you won’t know what the hell’s going on.” “Yes! Someone besides me gets it!” she smiled in triumph.

It is also known as BTS (Burma Translation Society) building, metaphorically known as the “Palace of Literature.” The Sarpay Beikman’s structure is impressive because of its logo: there is an open book, and in the middle of the book masonry is a pen, which radiated the rays of light from the black page to the white page. For decades, it has drawn loyal followers and patrons who visit the place regularly to buy or borrow books from its public library on the second floor. From the Weekly Gazetteer panel, one could tarry into other display panels in the bookshop, which includes sections on fiction, non-fiction, and poetry books which were relatively cheap in prices, compared with other bookshop

Everytime a book catches her attention, she would pick it up. There are a lot of books in different kinds of litsrature. Some were about history, a guide to a better archery, how to properly handle a sword, steps in forging an armor, and etc. There were even books that are forbidden to be displayed in public. They were mixed among books that were displayed in each shelves. Those were books that aside from this library located in an alleyway, no other library dares to display those books in their shelves. Naomi also wanted to have her hands on one of those forbidden books but she dared not to.

She opens it by trailing a zig zag pattern and chanting something my mind cannot even grasp. My stomach muscles churn as anxiety and eagerness are flooding me the moment we step inside. I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding after I scan the surroundings of a pretty much regular room, a table with four chairs in the middle, and a bookshelf holding some old, dusty, worn out books that seem to disintegrate any minute now. “A library within another library.” Blake voices looking around, his eyes conflicted. Kendra motions us to have a seat, and then she takes out a large book from the shelves, we flinch as the book hits the table with a thud.

Different genres of books line the shelves, their spines whispering promises of forgotten tales and undiscovered knowledge. “Woah, how did I not know of this magnificent place?” Joy bubbles within me at the sight of this treasure. “Did Damon intentionally put that painting to lead me here?” My voice echoes in the vast underground library that looks the size of three chambers. My steps quicken, and I begin to explore the books on the shelves. There are lots of books- ranging from history books, to mind building books, fantasy, and other about the principles of being an Alpha. Other shelves have folktales, and even romance novels.

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I said firmly as I closed the book and glared at the smug man. "You can take it with you and finish it if you like," he said softly and I nodded, tucking the book against my lopsided chest as I thanked him. I opened it back up to find my spot and saw a decorative piece of long paper being handed to me. I glanced up at the Alpha shaking the item. "It's a bookmark. Please don't dogear the pages. Also, if you enjoy books I have a library where you may get books to borrow," he said softly and I plucked the bookmark from his fingers and told him thanks. I looked around the room and back at the Alpha.

I didn’t like how much I had been pushed down by being a human’s mate. Though, I had told them not to say a word about it to anyone, but I was sure that it was only a matter of time for the news to reach every individual in the pack. I wasn’t looking forward to that at all. My eyes schemed the rows of books that had a purifying liquid on its case. It was a self-cleanser to make it easy for the workers to keep the library pure and clean. In a space of thirty minutes, Tennessee was back with his hand full of books. He looked quite flustered as he handed them over to me. I was going to make sure that I poured through each and everyone of it.

“Come on, give me all the erotica you have. How else am I going to learn about these things? And if it’s a tragic, erotical romance. It’d be a chef kiss.” Izumi shook her head, “yeah. Yeah. Sure. Wait a minute.” I was left all alone in that enormous library with thousands of books. In the past, I never read a book, but I feel like I should read a little. I was definitely not reading erotica because Bea taught me those things in the brothel way too well. Maybe something related to our pack and its history. I strolled through the shelves, looking for a book title that could intrigue me. Most of the books were on the rules and history of formation of those rules which weren’t appealing at all.