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Irina chuckled. “You don’t like the dress?” His voice was dimming. “The dress is beautiful. I like it. Don’t worry.” Quickly she said. “I did stand there, but I didn’t realize anything. I was daydreaming.” She said, weirdly proud. “I imagine it was a bookshop with many many many books in the shelves, and there are boxes on the floor with stacks of books in it. They sell them freely. Books.” Nieal was speechless, his mouth slightly opened. Gawking foolishly. Then a boisterous laugh filled the room.

When she remembered that she brought a number of Clyde’s pictures with her, she jerked up before getting them and pasting them on the cabinet. She also took a book out of her bag as well before embracing it against her chest. What her grandmother didn’t know was that she took the book that was all about love potions and bewitches with her. She had already read it before. She remembered that there were several ways on how someone can bewitch a person to like her. "You’re my last resort, my last chance,” she said, her eyes were tightly shut, as she continued hugging the book. She arranged her things in the cabinet. She didn’t bring a lot of things, though, as she thought that it wouldn’t do an

She smiled suspiciously. "That's what I'm saying. Why I call you shit. You know you still can't understand the things I tell you." "And what's that you're saying?" "You're with that book. The book is in you, you're your sister, and your sister was you, so it's you," she said. My mouth burst open, and my eyes became like an eagle. I was with the book? Totally impossible!

“Well, if it falls, I’ll just fly us out of here.” He smiles. “My hero lovebird.” He kisses me deeply as the hammock gently swings in the treetops. THE END. Thank you for reading The Alpha Within Her. It has been such a great pleasure to give this story to you. The Falcon Ridge Series would never be possible without you readers. Please leave chapter comments and reviews so others can enjoy this book as much as you did. Follow me on I*******m mmctier1 for news, book updates and chapter snips.

I couldn't help but grow curious about what was so captivating in the book that made her blush and smile with each passing second. "Is the book that interesting?" I asked, so she'd know I was still presence in the library. Lisa only gave me a nod and flip to the next page, her eyes darting on the lines inside the book. I was relief that she was back to herself, and she was smiling again rather than clutching to her stomach in pain.

' But then I remembered I asked a question that wasn't related. 'She works here.' I glanced around the place. I was in a bookstore. Fuck, I hadn't even considered what I was going to do here. I'd walked into a bookstore and forgotten to think like a man who plans. When I first walked in, my mind almost slipped its leash thinking she wasn't in as she hadn't been among the girls that welcomed me. Then I spotted her tucked into the corner behind a shelf, a book lifted to her face, and the world snapped back into place.

The latter I knew had to do with me no doubt. I realized where she meant to take me when we reached a small house inside the forest--it looked like a cabon on the outside, but after we stepped in, I realized it was more like a small, cozy house. It was clean on the inside as well, which meant someone stayed there frequently--and the heavy scent of my mate gave her away. As I looked around, I could not see any picture frames or anything, but it was pretty simple and had basic necessities. In one corner, what stood out the most, was the book shelf there-and from a glance, I admit I was a bit surprised by what I saw. I have a younger sister who is an avid reader, and her favorite genre? Romance

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

In this woman's hands, holding a book that had started with one true sentence and become, page by page, the fullest version of the truth I knew how to tell. Still here. Always still here.

Dad put it for extra security. I stomped my feet and walked towards the bookshelves. "Ugly, witch, old, fatass!" I mumbled under my breath while looking for books that I need. "I CAN HEAR YOU, BITCH! DON'T TEST ME!" she said from the intercom. My eyes widened in disbelief because of that. She held me captured! That clever witch! I roamed my eyes, looking for a specific book. I smiled triumphantly and grabbed it. Let's see what it can do. Dark Psychology and Manipulation...