Kane Book Novels & Stories

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What would Kane do when he realized how dangerous this obsession had become?

Everything was fine. Everything is fine, I repeated to myself. He's just a therapist. Killian's friend. He won't try anything with Madison right there. *Keep telling yourself that, * Zoey muttered, but even she sounded uncertain. Kane set his book aside and removed his glasses, folding them carefully. The movement was slow, deliberate, designed to draw my eyes to his hands. To his forearms. To the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. Stop looking, I told myself. Stop noticing.

author pov Kane could only smile at hello cousin. He knew she was special to him and this pack. His Alpha is in for a mighty surprise. His Luna may be tiny, and she may have been severely abused over many lifetimes, but she is mighty. His life is about to be turned upside down and Kane doesn’t think Nathan will even bat an eye. He was so taken with the tiny woman lying on that bed. He had not taken his eyes off her since they walked into the room. He just stares at her with his armadillo eyes. Yeah, he will never live that one down.

She wrote back: You’re impossible. Minutes later, the next note slid onto her desk. And yet, you’re smiling. Her face burned, and she shoved the note into her book. When she looked up, her stomach flipped. Kane sat in the back, eyes locked on her. Not warm, not playful but sharp and unreadable. Like he was sizing her up for something she had no idea about. The hairs on her arms stretched. The library was quiet that afternoon as the sunlight shined through the library windows. Alice ducked between shelves, desperate for some air.

Kane lounged at the foot of the bed, shirtless, his sculpted abs on full display as he leaned back against the headboard. In the harsh morning light, their beauty was almost painful to look at. They were identical in every way except for subtle differences I hadn't noticed in the dark. Kade's hair was slightly longer, falling into his eyes, and that scar through Kane's eyebrow gave him an edge of danger. But it was their eyes that held me captive, silver and intense, studying me like I was a puzzle they were trying to solve. "Morning, little human," Kane said, his lips curving into a smirk.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

This felt like both. The study was exactly what I expected having not entered this estate in a while. Mahogany desk polished to a mirror shine, expensive chair that probably cost more than most homes, bookshelves lined with volumes he’d never read. A massive window overlooked the forest, offering a perfect view of the river that separated this Kingdom from rest of the Northern Realm. I moved to the desk and sat in Kane’s chair, feeling the leather creak under my weight. Started opening drawers. The first held trade letters. Correspondence with merchants about shipments of goods I didn’t care about. Contracts for wine imports. Kane had expensive taste and the funds to indulge it.

I look away as Kane opens one, holding the paper in front of him. “This one is a birth certificate,” he says, looking it over. “It says he has another child.” My mouth opens, but honestly, I’m not shocked. Not with the way he cheated on Bianca. “Who was the mom?” I ask and Kane sighs. “Katrina….” I gasp, that actually shocking me, “What’s the pup’s name?” “It’s Evan Kindle.” Kane says, looking at me. I think back, but I don’t know anyone by the name in our pack, “I’ve never heard of him,” I admit.

“Seven men, two dogs. Always the same.” At the bookstore safehouse, an older soldier sat among shelves of decayed paperbacks, tracing his finger across faded words. “I never read before,” he admitted to Leah, who had come to check supplies. “Kane didn’t like men wasting time with books. Said loyalty was all the knowledge we needed.” He looked up, tears in his eyes. “Here, I want to learn. For my boy.”