BOUND TO MY ALPHA ENEMY
The late sunlight spilled through the windows, painting gold over the wood.
It felt like stepping into another world. A colder one.
I walked to the bookshelf, scanning the titles. Politics. Pack histories. Strategy. Economics.
Of course.
I sighed, sliding my fingertips along the spines, hoping for a hint of softness, something romantic. Maybe a love story tucked away. Or even one of those dark, forbidden romance books where love and ruin intertwined, something that mirrored the madness between Lucian and me.
But the rows offered no such comfort.
I chuckled quietly to myself. “Of course not. Lucian probably thinks romance books are a waste of time.”
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