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He witnessed none of the physical aspects of what he was used to. And beyond everywhere his eyes could perceive was the everglow of power that brought upon a sense of humility unto his insignificant existence. "The book is written. Wherein the pages lists all of your life deeds in the world. And indeed, you have lived fully to your desires, my child." Maru heard the voice again and with it, he perceived the gentle flaps of an eagle's wing. But that can't be, it did not take much time for him to determine that it was pages that were leafed lightly by a man who knew how to take his time.

He wrote little thoughtful notes in each card, especially Tres’s parents’ seeing as they were like a family to him, and finished up with their names on the front. Blakeney had been a bit harder. Having lived with him over the summer, James had realized there wasn’t much in the way of want there. Blakeney treasured two things: the Academy and books. Well, three things if you count James. But after talking to Arthur a few days ago in the library, he knew he had made the right choice. A leatherbound copy of Meditations by Marcus Aurelius went back into the box and was subsequently wrapped up, labeled, and placed into the completed pile. Matt and Christian were being given a high-end game con-

She did not have the face to refute him. Marcus said quietly, "If you want to find a man next time, come to me." Lindy looked up at him in surprise! Marcus was surprised that it had slipped out of his mouth. He coughed twice and said, "I'll help you with meditation and make sure you get rid of unwanted desires!" ‘That's what he meant…’ Lindy's heart was beating like a drum, but her heartbeat slowed down when she heard that. She then buried her head and replied with a muffled ‘oh.’

he said, still staring at me, his tone a mix of surprise, awe and curiosity. I smiled as I felt the truth of his observations vibrate through my body. “Marcus, I feel so different. I spent time meditating and focused on enhancing every single aspect of what we are, I feel I have awakened something from within.” Marcus looked at me, smiled and nodded, his gaze started to assess, maybe he was even gauging if I was ready for what was to come. "Alpha Alex, Your aura, it's stronger and very much more vibrant than it used to be. I can feel it."

Let it settle in the way of things that are neither straightforwardly good nor straightforwardly painful but are simply true — which is its own category, and perhaps the most important one. I thought about Marcus in a programme with tabbed folders and voluntary early mornings and the slow, unglamorous work of a person deciding to find their way back to themselves. I thought about the word almost and where he was starting from and the long, unremarkable distance between almost and the rest of it.

“Scared I’ll fuck it up again. Scared I’ll look at you two and remember what I almost destroyed.” “Then be scared,” Aiden said. “Use it. Let it keep you honest.” They sat in silence for a long time, the only sound the soft tick of the wall clock and wind moving through the trees outside. Eventually Marcus spoke again, voice steadier. “I’ve been reading. In lockup, they had a library. Found some books mafia romances, the kind with anti heroes and redemption arcs. Guys like me charming, reckless, broken who claw their way back because someone believed they could.”

As I worked closer with Sabatini, I found myself studying the books Sabatini had around him. He was not so trite as to read Machiavelli. Instead, I found myself studying Seneca, Epictetus, and Marcus Aurelius. Slowly, I changed things, and it was as though I was handed a playbook to strengthen and secure my control and rule over my kingdom. I have yet to regret any of the changes I’ve made in business or myself. Aleksander is waiting in my office. “I didn’t think I’d see you so soon. Losing your touch, brother? She was cute, seemed a little naïve. I thought she would be easier to pull.”

SELENA’s POV. Ten minutes earlier. Aiden was on the phone a few shelves away. I kept scanning the books, picking one after another. I loved this bookstore. Quiet. Warm. Everything I needed was here. My excitement buzzed through me. I told myself last night I would restart my classes, focus, and help people. Today was the start. I reached for a book on traditional Chinese medicine when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around. Marcus. My heart skipped. I didn’t expect him here.

The veins along his forearms pulsed with a low, dangerous light, reacting to the sudden spike of tension in his dominant Alpha core. ​Slowly, deliberately, Marcus leaned down. His large fingers picked up the brittle cylinder with immense care, as if he were handling a live explosive. The parchment crackled loudly in the quiet room as he unrolled it, smoothing the stiff, yellowed edges flat against the wooden footboard of Devon’s medical cot.

Every step echoed off the high ceiling, a reminder that they were deep beneath the mountain, far from sunlight and hope. Marcus stood in the center of the chamber, bathed in the soft blue glow of a single pedestal. On it rested a small flash drive, its surface shimmering with an unnatural light. “The master key,” Marcus breathed, his voice reverent, almost awed. “Every transaction, every bribe, every murder. Enough to bring down governments. Enough to rewrite history.” He reached for it, fingers trembling with anticipation.