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“I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry you had to see it. Please, give me another chance. I don't want to ruin your first day of training. Today is supposed to be special for you. Please allow me to fix this.” I didn’t respond. My gaze drifted around the library, taking in the destruction. The room was in ruins. Books were scattered everywhere, shelves toppled and broken. My eyes caught on a large, old book lying on the floor. Something about it drew me in, a strange sense of familiarity pulling at me.

So why did something like that happen at the most disadvantageous time? Because he had not been able to build the perfect secure space for it, he placed it among the ordinary books in hope of it going unnoticed. However, when he ran his fingers through the row of books, he could not feel that one book which was supposed to be there. His heartbeat immediately accelerated, it’s the equivalent of losing your phone in the modern day. Someone like hom who was mostly cold headed suddenly became anxious, out of all things in the world, it was one of the few things he absolutely could not let go because the consequence of misuse of the book could lead to a terrible disaster.

It was predatory. I spent the afternoon unpacking, but I couldn't focus. Every sound in the house—a door closing, a footstep in the hallway—made me jump. To calm my nerves, I reached into the bottom of my bag and pulled out a paperback I’d bought at a bookstore in the city. It was a taboo erotica novel, the kind of story where a stepbrother takes exactly what he wants from his sister. I’d been reading it in secret for weeks, the explicit descriptions of forced submission and forbidden lust fueling fantasies I was too ashamed to admit to. As the clock ticked toward seven, I showered and dressed in a simple sundress, though I opted not to wear a bra. I wanted to feel the air on my skin, or per

~ A M E L I A ~ It couldn’t be. What were the chances? The book I was looking at in the library a while back, which was all destroyed and unreadable, was also Everett’s favourite book and is a book that is widely hated. Things weren’t adding up. Shaking my head, ‘I don’t understand. If it’s a book of fiction, why do people hate it so much? Why can’t you have a fictional story of a female Alpha leader?’

asked Milton when the old Fire Mage kept glaring at him. “Brother Milton,” Mariuk snarled. “The Arch-Mage told me to find some books for you.” He pointed at a stack of books on his desk. “Treat my books with love. They are very precious and rare. And if you lose one more book, boy, I am banning you for life from entering my library,” he warned Milton. Milton rubbed the back of his neck. He looked embarrassed. “It wasn’t my fault. I left the book on the table and went to look for another one. When I returned, the book wasn’t where I left it.”

…her waking always costs… The rest of the page had been ripped out clean, not aged away, torn, deliberately, the edges still sharp after however many years had passed since someone did it. “Someone didn’t want the rest of this read,” I said. “Someone still doesn’t.” Alaric ran his thumb along the torn edge, testing it. “This wasn’t age. Paper this old crumbles at the corners first.” This was ripped, hard, in one motion. Somebody came in here after this book was already old and decided the ending wasn’t safe to leave lying around.” “Your father?”

Although I had no hope it would say anything I didn't already know, I flipped through the pages nevertheless. It took all but a few minutes to realize, I had been right. The book had nothing to offer. My search was still far from over, frustrated, I sighed flipping quickly through the pages. “You look like you’re about to rip that book in half.” I turned to see Zara leaning against a shelf, her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face. I hadn't heard her coming. “I just might,” I muttered, closing the book with a thud. “It’s a useless book, filled with lies and propaganda. Burning it would do it more justice.” letting my anger flow.

Just drink, dance and ‘have fun’, although I genuinely wondered what was fun about loud music and sweaty bodies. “That's my girl right there,” Maya squealed, excited that she was able to convince me for the second time tonight. “So how do you suggest we get in?” I asked, already regretting my choice of heels. She had that smile on her face again. “Maya…,” I warned. “What?” She flashed me an innocent smile. “Don't worry, I won't do anything crazy tonight.” I'd be damned if I believed her. Her middle name was crazy. “Uh huh? Like the other time you said you wouldn't do anything crazy yet you sneaked into Professor Michael's office and changed your grade?”

No more rushing I hope! **You must remove the book from your library and re-add it to see the changes of which there are many! If you added this book before 12/16/21 you'll need to delete it and re-add. You will NOT lose the chapters you paid for. Thank you for understanding and please enjoy!** ~Saree Bee

I was hoping to avoid this subject. “I cleaned. And read. Then went to bed.” I said. Her smile faded. “That’s it?” She asked. “Well.. It was a very good day. Up until Minerva showed up and ruined it.” I said as I shook my head in annoyance. Goddess, I really hated that woman. “Oh, what did she do this time?” She asked. “She ripped a book of the King’s.. a book I was reading. Then just said the most awful things. Lillian, if it’s okay.. I’d much rather not talk about it.” I said. She nodded her head and placed her hand on mine.