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I felt so sad. Up until the point where the alpha king took his lighter in his hands and said to me, "I will punish you this time in a different way. I will destroy each and every one of these books right in front of your very eyes, here and now." I stood my ground and shouted at him, "no! no!" in an attempt to get his attention. I could not hold back the tears. "Don't do it! Please, don't even consider doing that!" I jumped in his path and did everything I could to prevent him from continuing, saying "No, please. I beg you. It would be a terrible mistake to burn the books. Please.”

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

“What?” “At the time, we didn’t publish it because it was too deviating from your style. But we want to see what the public makes of it,” he grinned. “Before you continue with the idea, I feel like it is my responsibility to give you my honest opinion.” “In the short run, the sales of my books will go through the roof, but in the long run, it will ruin everything. You will be using my name on the cover and people might think it was doctored or altered. It doesn’t fit my current brand and it could hurt both the publishing house and my reputation. The readers will lose trust in the source. Therefore, it’s a losing game.”

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

They light up. Actually light up. Like humor is bouncing around inside them. “Am I right?” I ask. “Or at least close?” He shakes his head slowly. “Not even remotely.” “Fine,” I say. “Educate me. What’s a book ban?” He sighs dramatically, but his eyes are still sparkling. “It’s when a responsible citizen decides to stop buying books for a while,” he explains, “because their bank account is begging for mercy.” “Oh,” I say slowly, glancing at the stack in his arms.

I took another book from a different author, which he, of course, immediately had a comment about. And when I opened another book, another of his random facts came once again. And again. And again, until all the books I had collected to read had been reduced to nothing more than the work of ‘amateurs’ who knew nothing about real-life events. With a loud thud, I stood up. “Pray tell, what book in this terrible library is actually worthy of your approval, Ser Orpheus? Because every single damned book I have opened is either incomplete or completely incorrect,” I said, clenching my jaw.

“That book is filled with lies, no wonder why they wanted to burn it!” “Alpha, I searched for anything I could find out about this book. This book was only prohibited and hunted to be burned because it talks about a forbidden topic. A relationship between an Alpha and an Omega was viewed as profanity. It was so indecent that they don’t allow anyone to talk about it.” Beta Alek explained. I scoffed at him. “I thought you’ve already read that book before you brought it to me. Tell me, do you really believe that this book makes sense?” I asked him.

If I didn’t know Eryndor, I would’ve assumed I was chasing the wrong person. I stood near one of the towering shelves, flipping through another stolen book from the royal library. And just like the other books on the floor, it had so many torn chapters. I slammed the book shut irritably, my expression darkening. Every single fucking book had missing pages, and it was really infuriating and frustrating because now, my curiosity was tearing through me. What the hell had he been hiding? What exactly was written inside these books that made Eryndor desperate enough to rip entire sections out? He could’ve simply hidden them.

But the ache in my gut twists like a cold, sharp hook. I bury it. Crushing it under a layer of ice. Freezing it in place. "Don't be ridiculous," I scoff, walking to the wardrobe and unbuttoning my jacket. "I don't have a sentimental bone in my body." "Then why the book?" she asks, unzipping her dress. "It’s an asset," I lie smoothly. "First editions appreciate in value. It’s a better investment than that paperback trash you usually read. Put it in the safe if you want to protect the equity."

Yet they sell expensive new books anyway, which is why I call them vermin. The key here is that used textbooks do not generate revenue for textbook companies. So they really had to show faculty, one-on-one over donuts or lunch or drinks, why the 12th edition ($600) was better than that ancient 11th edition ($25) the college used for the last 3 years and was suddenly unacceptable. They did that by politely comparing their new book to the other new textbooks in the next booth. Drinks and attractive sales-droids made the new books look better.