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​Bettoni offered her a very small and genuinely sweet smile. ​Angelika let out a furious shriek. She stormed into the medical bay and slammed the door behind her. ​Bettoni felt a tiny spark of real victory warm her chest. She turned and walked toward the royal library. She needed to study. She needed more weapons to survive this royal war. ​The library was completely deserted. The spacious room was filled with numerous old documents and wiped books. Bettoni pulled a heavy green book titled Toxic Flora of the Northern Borders off the highest shelf. She sat at a dark oak table and opened the thick pages.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

He found a variety of literature, not only the famous titles of great writers, but also those less popular and completely unique ones. One of the shelfs was occupied by albums from unusual corners of the world like Tibet, Andes, India, Peru, Palestine and Egypt. Probably one of the inhabitants loved traveling, hence these books and items that were characteristic of these exotic places were lying on the shelves, such as original Egyptian knick-knacks, wooden figurines from the A****n basin, Celtic charms and fancy photo frames. In one of the photos, he saw a woman who looked like Alice, but weighing at least a dozen kilos more. She had dark, long hair. She was with a little toddler making san

Feeling my body tremble with both anger and sorrow. "Every one of those poor little guys died.... How could anyone do that? How could anyone treat their own mate like that? What the hell kind of book was that, that there were pictures like that in there? Who would take pictures of them in that condition just to stick them in a damn book?" I asked. "It's an educational book for doctors. They were educational pictures to show doctors what severely neglected omegas in heat looked like." I sat there staring at the book that was laying on the ground for a few moments until we heard a loud thump come from the bedroom where our own sweet little Omega is sleeping.

Alexa climbed the stairs while holding the rail until she got to the last step and switched on the light switch. The dark and creepy room lightened up instantly once the light came up. Books of the old and some stored papers were carefully arranged alphabetically and chronologically. Her hands swiped through the books and a photo fell down from one of the book. The photo contained the same identical image of both his mother and hers too. “Who are you to my mother?” Lexa clenched her fist tightly and moved closer to the bookshelf and this time, taking her time to look at the contents of the book.

"--and I have brought you a few things I thought you might like to see." Her brows rose and he brought a broad book from behind him and raised it as if to say, "Tada." Still unimpressed, Ariel said nothing and only scooted a bit when he sat on the bed beside her. "I've kept these since we were children. It has been an anchor in the times I couldn't find you. Surely, you must want to see them too." Ariel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Did all Alphas like to hear themselves talk? He flipped the hard cover back and she saw that it was not a book. It was an album filled with photos. Her breath dislodged in her throat as she stared at the album. There was a little girl in the first picture w

She was frail, old but far from foolish; the weight of her wisdom settled heavily on her shoulders. She huffed, blinking rapidly as though shaking off the fog of fear. Her gaze drifted to a book on the shelf, eyes locking onto its green and brown spine as if it were the answer to every question. I followed her line of sight, then surged to my feet, crossing over to it. I pulled the book from the shelf, letting my fingers graze its velvet cover, an unsettling sense of foreboding darkening my thoughts. The title read “Photos.” “You want this?” I asked, brandishing it before her. She nodded, desperation etched across her features. I returned the album to her, curiosity twisting in my gut.

I mumbled while flipping through the images. I rushed back to Carlo with the photo book in my hand. He. Was still finalizing his codes, then took a quick glance at me. "What took you so long?" he asked. "Just saw something quite interesting," I replied, then tossed a beer on him. He looked baffled, but he caught the beer and said, "Thanks. Wait... Is that my photo book?" "Right. I was about to ask you why you have pictures of Laia in grade school," I asked bluntly, irritated as I opened the can of beer in my hand.

There was a book inside, and on the cover, a black and white photo of Melissa wearing only a black lace bodysuit, black thigh-high silk stockings, and stiletto heels, sitting on the edge of a chair with her legs crossed and her body leaning back in a sexy, wonderful pose. My mouth went dry and I opened the book to see the next photo, which was even more sensual and beautiful. She was standing in front of one of the windows in our new house, looking back over her shoulder, holding a glass of wine and wearing a white bra and panty set, with her hair cascading down her back. I quickly closed it and covered the box. This wasn't a book, it was a photo album. She had done a boudoir shoot for me! O

Wedding plans. The book is filled with pieces of fabric, dress designs, and photos of decoration ideas. Then I see the little polaroid photo, the corner sticking out the side in the direct center. I flip to the place it holds in the binder. It's a self-taken photo of Kane and Emalin. She is crossing her eyes and Kane is sticking his tongue out. I smile a little at the silly photo. Underneath it is a hand-written note. To my Silver Wolf-