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She even sent a message to Elsa to come to her but Elsa denied the offer and was now working for Clara. "What are you actually planning?" Miss White asked who was once her colleague and now a dangerous lady in the area. "I will just kill her and leave the city" Elena's words shocked White. She thought that Elena was planning something dangerous or maybe something else. But killing the one was not on the list. The look on Elena's face is one of danger. She won't back off easily. White laughed at her friend and was excited to execute this one. As for Elena, there is nothing left for her without the reputation she earned. So she is not scared anymore.

She even gave an excuse of the servants disturbing her peace. Knowing Dahlia, Elsie knew that Dahlia had never read a fictional novel in her entire life. She was more into inspirational and medical books, like the one she stole from seventeen-year-old Elsie. Meanwhile, the library had a lone shelf filled with a variety of romance novels from historical to mystery, arranged in alphabetical order by the author's name. Elsie could recognize most of the names of the books because she was an avid reader growing up. The room was filled with shelves of books, old photographs, and various trinkets.

Nanny Teresa made it before going to her friend's house. Elena headed straight to the library. She sat there for an hour revising her work, she felt it when Mira said she wasn't being as serious as she used to. Their final exam would be here in 2 months and if she kept it this way she might not get that grade she had always prayed for. Even though she doesn't have a father to impress anymore. She had herself, she had Mira, she had nanny Ella, and perhaps Sir Dante. Elena was done reading for 2 hours. She walked closer to the shelf and picked up two books.

I remembered the book Elena had given me. "You guys," I called, moving to take the book out of my bag. I carefully pulled it out and circled back to my seat, noting the curious glances they shot me. "Elena had given me this book at the beginning of the case," I summarized. "It contains a few things I had though might be of help; ancient werewolf book, the herbs they used for their medication, illnesses they were prone to, and... potions." Joe leaned back in his seat. "They apparently believe some of the potions they'd been handed down had been gotten from witches but that's not the best part."

She knew what betrayal felt like. "Anyway," Maria said, brightening, "that's ancient history. The point is, this house could use some life in it. Maybe you being here will be good for him." "I'm just the housekeeper," Elena said. "Still. It's something." After lunch, Elena made her way to the library. It was one of the most beautiful rooms she had ever seen—two stories tall, with a spiral staircase leading to a second level, walls lined with thousands of books. Large windows let in natural light, and there were several reading areas with leather chairs.

Chapter 1 ELENA’S POV I never really came here to read. Sure, I told myself I needed the quietness of the old university library building after the noisy classroom lectures. The heavy oak tables and the smell of aged papers, everything felt forbidden. But there’s this truth, very simple and dirty; I couldn’t study without coming, without orgasm I could barely concentrate. My mind wouldn’t settle until my pussy was slick and throbbing, until the ache between my legs was satisfied.

Neither option comforted me, but being the White Wolf wasn't about comfort. I would have to speak with Axton first to hear what he has to say about it. His perspective had a way of grounding me, even when I didn't want to admit it. Once I got home, I grabbed the books Axton had brought me and carefully went through them one after another. The pages were old and smelled faintly like dust and pine, probably a result of being kept in the library for decades. I read slowly at first, scanning for anything that caught my attention, then faster when the information became repetitive.

The grand library glowed with the soft amber light of floating lanterns and a roaring hearth fire that cast long, dancing shadows across towering shelves. Guests had retired for the evening after another lavish solstice supper, but the manor refused to sleep. Enchanted books rustled faintly on their own, pages turning as if reading scandalous secrets aloud. Elara slipped inside after midnight, telling herself she only wanted a quiet moment with a novel to calm her racing mind. In truth, her body burned.