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“We’ve already humbled ourselves and begged you. Why can’t you let it go? “You’re not affected by the incident at all! Is it really that hard for you to clarify things for us? He’s your biological brother!” I shook my head. “Even brothers settle accounts clearly. He was at fault. My education doesn’t allow me to cover for wrongdoing. You’ll only grow after facing the consequences you deserve. Wouldn’t you agree?” I wanted to laugh when I saw their outraged faces. Were those not the words Henry had used on me before? Why was it acceptable when they said it, but unacceptable when it came from me? What double standards! An old saying surfaced in my mind: Corner a dog, and it will bite back.

"What’s it about?" I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant, but there’s something about this book that feels different when I talk about it. "You should see for yourself." I offer it to him, holding it out, but he doesn’t take it. I feel a slight pang of disappointment. I want him to read it, for some reason, but I can't quite pinpoint why. The novel always makes me think of nothing but Jaydon and our situation—our marriage, the contract we’ve entered into. It reminds me of where I am, of what I’ve gotten myself into. It's strange how much it resonates with my life right now.

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I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not

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“That’s a shame for you. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Izzy left the table calling out to Bernice and giving hand gestures that it’s time to go. A part of her was a bit happy about the fact that he’s still thinking about her and might also feel the same way she feels for him. But just a stone throw into her thoughts, she snaps out and hits her face, wondering why in the world was she thinking about that. “I know I can’t handle a relationship right now. I’m not ready so stop the fantasy lady.” She says to herself.

“Yup! She made me read a couple of chapters, but no! no! I don’t want to continue. We’re both straight and you know that. Moreover, I find when reading it’s cute in their own way.” His heart is fluttering in excitement because finally they approves his crazy idea. Even Don doesn’t know he would like to try a heterosexual relationship… because Denver reminds him of someone he knew. “I will borrow this book, Angel. I’m losing my sleep in taxation law. Don’t you mind?” Dennis asks when holding the book. Angelito nods to accept his request. “Okay. It’s not a problem, I finished it reading because it’s too mind-numbing in here—“ “Hey! Hey!” Dennis grins at him.

“The days are noise. People asking for books they saw on a list somewhere. The nights are quieter and you can hear yourself think.” “What do you think about?” I almost gave him the easy answer — inventory, schedules, nothing important. Instead I looked at the lantern flame’s reflection in the dark window of the office and told the truth. “Sometimes I think about how strange it is to know the shape of someone’s habits without knowing anything else. The way you always take the same chair. The way you open a book and then don’t read it for the first ten minutes. The way you stay until just before my shift ends, like you’re waiting for something.”

|•ZEKE•| Don't think about her. Do. Not. Think. About. Her. Fuck. The funny thing about trying not to think about something is that it inevitably becomes the one thing you do think about. Yeah. That's why I'm here in the school's coffee shop instead of in a class, downing myself up with a cup of smoothie and thinking about her. Raleigh. Fucking Raleigh.