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I should be grateful. And in fact I am. I am really grateful for his help. I went to my room and grabbed my current read - Six of crows, I am definitely a simp for Inej and Nina. This is the only distraction I have. After escaping Adriano, when I am left alone with my thoughts I sometimes overthink and from the last month I have started to get anxiety attacks. Thanks to Adriano, my mental health is fucked. I started reading the book and don't even remember when I fell asleep.

Made perfect sense, but I was also confused. “If he isn’t the beta, does that mean you have two betas?” I inquired because I was confused. A pack only had an Alpha, A beta and sometimes A gamma, who was the head warrior in most cases, but not all. I had never heard of one with two betas.

His brother Severn once told him that Erriene often behaved as if the gods were watching his every move even when he was alone- especially when he was alone. He touched the head of Erriene’s cock with care, all too aware of how big his own hand seemed, how clumsy. He knew they were fragile, the elves. He’d once ripped it all off with one precise pull off of a Gythaean spy- a long time ago, when he has just come of age and beside his father on the field and Maud and Gytha were on the verge of war again. There were so many Gythaean messengers on his land, and he could kill three with one arrow, or ripping their body with his bare hands.

Just keep going Liv. *Author's note: This is the third book of my Shadow Warrior's series and it is not meant to be read as a stand alone book. The order of the books are: The Triplet Warriors and Their Pup Mate, The Ancient Vampire and his She-Wolf and then The Warrior's Demon Mate. I have also just uploaded Alpha Ridge which is a stand-alone book and gives insight into some other characters you met in the Shadow Warrior series. Thank you for reading!*

Later that morning, the temptation and the crazy thoughts were gone and I could only pray that they’d never return. Author Note: Dear gentle readers, this author can hardly believe that Book 2 of TTWA series is now officially completed! How are you all doing? If there is a third book called Mad Witch, will you read it? Once again, this author would like to thank everyone for their supports to his stories especially the A.R. WereWorld series! Have a splendid day!

Every glowing red book on Serith’s bookshelf represented the Serithian wars that had been fought over all these centuries. Blank pages and words that wrote our accursed fates to lift a curse ages old. Sixty wars were written by sixty different Messiahs and Saints, but the rest six were for us to write. Every pale book between the red books were the records of a time period that existed between two Serithian wars. My sixth war ended today, the sixty-sixth book should end today. I walked beside Zephyr, who was peering at the sixty-sixth book. It was opened at its last blank page, but words weren’t appearing on it.

“Didn’t it though? Today the heroes won. One small victory in the war on heartless, fake cunts. The ultimate justice will be ours in the end l. Even if it’s by one small victory at a time.” Amber nodded. There was more than one way to bring down an empire. Often things crumbled piece by piece, one crack at a time, until they toppled entirely. Amber was more than ready to grab her hammer and keep chipping away for as long as it fucking took…

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

The second we stepped inside, the ancient book—without anyone touching it—flew open on its own and glowed brightly. Micha and I exchanged a look and rushed to it. We were excited about another adventure of mysteries. We didn't care about Elder Parker. We didn't care about consequences. This was bigger. This was the truth we needed. The truth we wanted. The ancient book began: --- "Dear reader, welcome. This ancient book has been waiting for you." Then the pages flipped themselves. **"As previously stated, the War of Realms ended, but the war between the Vampires and Werewolves continued. King Roosevelt was enraged. He burned cities in the Werewolf realm. He killed and killed, destroying ever