The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna
So I reached for one of the books on top of the pile Selene had brought for me yesterday, a thick volume with a faded leather cover about lost realms and forgotten magic.
I picked it up and began flipping through it, the pages rustling like dry leaves. Just then, I heard footsteps approaching so I looked up to see Selene and a guard approaching down the dimly lit corridor. The guard, a burly lycan with a stern face, unlocked the door with a jangle of keys, left it open, then stood at the corner, arms crossed, watching us without a word.
Selene stepped in carrying my breakfast tray, a porridge steaming gently, a boiled egg, and sliced apples arranged neatly. But I noticed the sad look on her
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