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“That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.” He shrugged. “Weirdly romantic is kind of my thing.” She blushed, tucking the book under her arm. “We should find something you’d like.” They drifted through the aisles together, pulling out titles, comparing tastes—him more into thrillers and old philosophy books, her favoring modern poetry and angsty novels. At one point, he challenged her to find the oldest book in the store. She found one with a broken spine and scribbled notes in the margins dated back to the 1950s. He kissed her cheek when she handed it to him, whispering, “Beautiful and clever.”

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

Eager to occupy my time while waiting for Beatrice to finish treating Lord Easterlin, I step inside, ready to explore the shelves. To my utmost surprise, I find a Mafia romance novel on the shelves. I can’t help but wonder who it belongs to, but I don’t dwell on it for long and begin to read the book. Mafia romance novels are one of my favorite genres, though I can read any romance genre. The name of the book is “A Second Chance.” I'm turning the page of my book when the voices outside the library halt my action. I’ve been reading for quite a while now, and the sun is close to setting. I recognize their voices immediately, and their conversation piques my interest.

Leah and Emily seemed to just click right from the start. After all the heartache we had been through and after losing my mate, I never thought I would be able to love again. But here I was, blessed with a second chance and, by the sound of things, so was she. Which was what bothered me. If he was still trying to win her over, I had to claim her before he could. I know of some packs where males took more than one bride, but they were few and far between, which meant that if he already chose a mate, he couldn’t possibly take Leah as a second, could he?

“You bastard! Your brother hadn’t even died yet when you tricked me into your bed. You got me pregnant and had me giving birth to your son! “It was you who promised to spend a lifetime with me. Once at the base, we could finally call each other husband and wife. How dare you go back on your word?!” Vanessa lunged, clawing at Damien with all her strength. The two of them were locked in a struggle as her words became increasingly obscene. The guests around them watched in shock, turning their disdain toward Damien as a heartless betrayer. Damien finally shoved Vanessa aside, his face a bruised patchwork of blue and purple, yet he didn’t forget to pledge his loyalty to me. “I will make it right

This was nothing like that. This second kiss was explosive. It detonated in my bloodstream, sending shockwaves through every nerve ending in my body. His free hand found my waist and pulled me closer, and I went willingly, rising from my chair to close the gap between us. Our knees bumped. The chair scraped backwards against the floor, but neither of us noticed.

“So what if you and Casen got back together? I’ve been with him forever, and I’m the one he loves the most. I’m going to have his baby soon! “Do you know how much he cares about my child? All I need is to say the word, and he leaves you for me, even on Valentine’s Day. “I heard that he hasn’t spent a single Valentine’s Day with you, even though you have been together with him for ages. Oh, you poor, unwanted soul.” It was clear that the alt account belonged to Charlie. With trembling hands, I tapped on her profile and saw her latest post. The photo collage showed the two of them on vacation in Sicily.

It was full, thick with emotion, thick with the quiet kind of love that doesn’t need to be spoken. Frynn leaned down first. His lips met mine… not hungry, but slow, searching. Brynn’s hand moved to my shoulder, grounding me, steadying the rush that filled my veins. When Frynn broke the kiss, Brynn’s lips replaced his, softer, deeper and I have never felt so loved before. It was like standing between fire and earth. One consuming, one anchoring. Both mine. The rest came in fragments. There was laughter caught in sighs, trembling hands, whispered names that sounded like prayers. The castle beyond our chamber seemed to fade until there was nothing but us and the rhythm of hearts that beat in pe

"Mine." His kisses left my lips and slowly went deeper, sucking and nibbling every corner of my body until I felt his hot breath on my labia, and his nose had nudged my clit, making me moan and my legs trembled. Fuck. This feeling is really addictive. So this is why they love to have sex very much. I can't get enough of it. I want to do this again and again with Ash. Only he could make me wet, could unravel my desires, and could make me willingly open my legs for him.