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I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.

Lex were trying to ignore it but he knows what his intention into coming in his place knowing he could possibly attack by all the guards surrounding him. Lex believes the courage Liam has in him but still he doesn't want to think about having peace to his brothers. Not by his own pride. "Listen Lex, can you do it? For Mother Tree? Didn't you heard what she said if we are not going to be okay with each other as brothers?" Liam exclaimed wanted Lex to remember about Mother Tree creating an Alpha Male to become the leader of their own pack. Lex looked down and thinking what he was gonna do because he was in between his ego and pride of not wanting to make peace first.

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

The Evergreat Library stood as a testament to the enduring power of knowledge. "Here it is," Levi said, pulling out a book from the shelf, which read, The moonlit pack alongside the Same logo on my shoulder. "That's it, it's the exact same" I said dragging down my shirt off my left shoulder revealing the tatoo

I sighed in relief after Karen informed me that my two lovey-dovey Betas were fine. Minutes passed when my Betas entered my room. My face enlightened when I saw the book that Almera was holding. “Are you sure that this is the book? There was nothing written inside of it.” “What are you talking about, Almera?” Almera gave me the book, and it's the same logo that Richelle was holding whenever I saw her. I opened the book, and my forehead creased when nothing was written on it. But how is that possible? Why did Richelle have a chance to read this piece of shit when the truth is there's nothing, even a word, inside of it.

They moved deeper into the library until Pat stopped at a lone pedestal in the center of the room. Upon it sat a thick, dusty tome bound in what looked like pale, cracked leather. The cover bore no title, only a symbol: a blazing fire crowned by three horns, with jagged lines splitting its base. Pat opened the book carefully. “Mad Kings of the Underworld,” Jo read. She leaned in, studying the strange, curling script etched in faded ink. She flipped through the brittle pages until something finally caught her eye. A name. Malrik. Jo’s heart skipped.

But before I could finish, he closed the book with a soft thud. My breath caught in my throat. Because on the leather cover—bold and unmistakable—was a symbol I’d seen many times. The logo of the Skulls Syndicate. Cold dread seeped into my bones. He slowly turned toward me now, brows slightly raised, as if he’d noticed the exact moment my expression changed. “What were you about to say?”

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She rocked back and forth on her heels, a nervous smile twitching along her lips. I want to laugh, but I remain professional. I’m supposed to be an expert in all things seduction and sex. I can’t break my cover now. I gently spell out her name before writing my unique yet generic as all h*ll personalized message. After that’s done, I scrawl out my signature, ‘G. Blake’ and close the book once I know the message won’t smear. I slip into the first few pages, a business card, a special bookmark, and a couple of stickers before I place the book in a printed small tote bag. A final touch of an art print of the main characters, and I then finally hand the bag to the reader. Nice and quick. Only ni

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.