His Three Alphas
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The library was huge—towering shelves everywhere, sliding ladders, the intoxicating scent of old paper and leather filling the air.
"Go wild," Lucien said grandly, waving his hand. "Pick whatever you want."
I dove in eagerly, my fingers trailing over the spines hungrily. Epic fantasies. Twisty mysteries. Steamy romances—I found the dirtier ones hidden deeper and grabbed them shamelessly. I stacked my arms full—ten, twelve books easily.
Lucien watched me amusedly, leaning against a shelf sexily. "So greedy. I like it. A lot."
"Shut up," I said, but a small smile slipped out. "These will last me weeks."