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He said and I nodded. “But make sure you are discreet about it.” He added. He picked the book up and flipped a few pages as he hummed to himself, I watched him carefully, waiting to be enlightened by his next move. He dropped the book and picked up the journal, he opened the journal and stared at the blank space for some seconds. “What do you intend to do with an empty journal?” I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. “I’m going to read it.” He replied with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Oh my God, stop reading that book.” He clutches it to his chest and gasps. “This is my new favorite book. It’s giving me lots of ideas.” Rhett bookmarks the page with an actual bookmark (I couldn’t be more proud) and smirks. “I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl.” “Did you read the whole thing?”

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I decide to put my book aside and admire the beauty outside in front of me while wrapping both my hands around the cup and thinking about what I've just read. Seeing as I have a lot of spare time to kill since the accident, I've downloaded a reading app on my phone. There are some crazy but amazing books on there. The best thing is the comment function on it, though. While some people just seemed to hate everything and seriously make me wonder why they are reading the book in the first place. Other comments simply have me cracking up, and I'm close to dying because I can't breathe. That has definitely become part of my new life, too. And damn there are sexual ideas on there that have my mind

It pricks my interest and I wonder why I didn’t see it before. Guess I was too cut up trying to find a way and escape the suffocating smoke in the space. Scooting over, I grab the book. It’s an old leather-bound journal with several drawings and writings. I sit back down on the creaky floor, folding my legs together and then I flip through the first page that has a written sentence. “The world is dark. Full of myths. But how much do humans know?” That statement alone stirs my nerve and my curiosity flares to the nth degree. I turn the next page and surprisingly a picture falls off.

The book opened. Even expecting it, he still looked disturbed by the way it yielded only to blood. I could not blame him. It felt more intimate the second time. More deliberate. More like my mother had hidden a piece of herself in something that would never answer anyone else, no matter how much they begged or demanded. I turned the book toward him. “It’s her journal.” Ronan’s eyes moved quickly over the first visible page, then to me. “You read it?” “Some of it.” “How much?”

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Jax POV As I sit on the couch, the book resting on my lap, I find myself absorbed not so much in the story itself but in the little marks I’ve made throughout its pages. These marks have become something of an obsession for me. They’re the places where I’ve seen Dhalia react—whether it’s a quiet gasp, a tear rolling down her cheek, or that subtle squirm of excitement that she can’t quite hide. Whenever she reads with me in the room, and I catch one of those reactions, I make sure to mark the page number. Later, when she’s done, I go back and read those specific sections, trying to decode what it is about these words that stirs something inside her.

I hadn't memorized where I was reading so if I wanted to continue reading it would take me some time to find where I was reading. “More interesting than me?” Alpha King curled his lips. I nodded vigorously. Alpha King didn't care about my answer. He was still very happy. “Books are just a place to record knowledge and experiences in life. If you don't have the opportunity to experience what is written in the book, then you need to read it, but if you have the opportunity to experience what is written in the book, you should put the book down and experience it for yourself, that's the right thing to do. Books are other people's experiences, their experiences are not necessarily correct." Alph

Besides the boredom, I was a snoopy woman and everyone should've known that by now. My eyes fall on the large map spread out on the desk and my interest in it increased. Without thinking, I reached out for it. It was a map of a pack- not his pack but another pack nearby. He probably wanted to destroy it just like he did to mine. I found it boring so I decided to look away and pick up the old, leatherbound book that seemed to be tearing apart from the inside. As I opened it, I realized, it was a journal- Raymond’s journal. I froze and then kept it aside, I couldn't read his journal or anyone's, that was a private. I wouldn't want someone to read mine if I ever wrote anything.