The Alpha King's Breeder
I’m the only student in the entire university who’s allowed to just take these books off the shelf, and the strange library knows that.
The library has the same kind of magic as my cousin Kenna’s castle in Veiled Valley. It’s alive.
I turn with a tome about magic communication in my hand and watch hundreds of books zooming in a spiral against the turns of the staircase at the center of the library, sorted by magic.
But as I pick through the racks back to my usual table, I spot someone else there.
“Oh, thank the Goddess,” I rush out, slamming my book down in front of Georgia, who jostles at the noise, choking on her iced coffee.
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