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“That's what society thinks. They portray women as these weak creatures that they could easily prey on.” “What I hate the most, is how these books don't change. I mean, women do need men. That's how it works, that's how we live. We werewolves also need our mate. But the storyline is always the same,” I said. “She's always the weak female lead who needs a man to save her or pull her out of her shell. It's pathetic.” “That's what makes the female gender attractive to them I think.” “The fact that they like us dumb or the fact that they know some of us are just stupid?”

Luciana. She was curled up awkwardly against the armrest, a blanket half-draped across her, her hair messy and her breathing soft. In front of her on the coffee table were scattered books, the kind I hadn't expected to ever see in my home: How to Care for Your Baby in the Womb, First-Time Mothers: A Guide, Pregnancy Nutrition and Safety. A small pile, all bent open in the middle as though she'd been trying to absorb them all at once. Beside the books, an empty plate—cookie crumbs the only evidence of what had kept her company while she read.

Fortunately, the whole of the book was just the same and it was the type I loved to read if only it did not just talk about an Alpha’s way of life. “Did you make a mistake when you added this book?” I queried as I shoved it aside and picked up another. There were fourteen books in total and it was going to be fun reading them. “Mm-mm,” Phyllis shook her head and I looked up at her. “That is a necessary read, for you especially. I figured that instead of sitting idly around, I should just get you what you loved most. However, it would not be complete if after gaining all the knowledge you acquire, that you do not have a morsel of idea of how an Alpha should act, as you currently lack it, so I

He chuckled. “I am not naughty! And I wasn’t curious about your... your... anatomy!” Ayla mumbled and stood. Rhobart laughed. “Cock, not anatomy.” While she was curious about the male body, she would rather learn from books than talk to Rhobart about it. But those types of books were forbidden to women. At least in Myrthana. Maybe the Fire Monastery or even the Royal Library would have many interesting books she could read.

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

When she noticed that Amber didn’t get what she said, she explained, “Just like the way it is posted on a glass door. Mind the glass-Mind the door.” “Oh!” Amber said when she finally got what the woman was trying to say. “I must have missed seeing that.” The woman raised her head to look at Amber properly. “What did you see then?” she asked and Amber arched her brows as she tried to recollect what she saw at the glass and she parted her lips to speak. “Let the books take you into the world of the unknown.” The woman stared at Amber and said, “If you can read that then you must be here for something. But from the look of it, it seems that thing brought you here.”

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

Anna laughed. “Yes, that is true. Now, come with me and I’ll show you where this book will be placed so you can refer to it as needed. You will use it to teach the women what is written in these pages, and the men as well, and begin a new nation of equality for our sex so that no other woman will have to make the choices, or be forced to make choices that are not of her own mind. For your children, and their children and their children.”

It looks like a library but she said it was just a room for books that wasn't for the public to casually buy. I opened some book and saw that it was full of romance stories. 'Action is better.' But what could these romance books have that many women likes to read these? They have the same story anyways. As I was flipping the pages of a book I casually picked up, the woman from the counter earlier went back inside the room holding two thick books. "Sir Jean, I have the books you wanted." "Thank you." "May I ask a question, sir Jean?" I nodded at her question.

I just wish she'd realize that. Besides, I doubt she'd find anything that she could actually blackmail me with. Well, except for the maternity books I got when she just moved in here—about a thousand dollars worth of them. I knew nothing about pregnancy then, and reading those books helped me see through her difficulty. We wouldn't have gotten this far if I hadn't read them. Eventually, I stopped reading them for the knowledge, but rather... entertainment. I learned some fascinating things about female anatomy, the most interesting being how wide the vagina expands during birth.