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He knocked on the door, and she opened up as if she had been waiting for me. "Nicholas. Yesterday was too late, and now you're coming here at the top of the morning." She said, "Good morning," he said. "I have a problem." "And what is it?" Wahika asked." "The alpha does not have the book." Nicholas confessed. Wahika, who was walking, halted and stared at Nicholas. "What did you say?" She asked. "He said he knows nothing about the book. And yesterday, you clearly told me that the alpha is always in possession of a book - A book that talks about his past, present, and a little bit of their future. But, my dad says he doesn't have it." Nicholas lamented.

"Thank you. I appreciate your loyalty." "Anytime," Nicholas' biceps bulged while crossing his arms. Looking away quickly, I went to the shelves, looking for anything to help me. "What are you looking for?" Nicholas pressed, looking at the shelves above me. "Anything to expose the lies." He stiffened, pulling me back from the shelf. "You believe Adam is lying too about Creed?" I nodded my head. "I think I've known for a while, but the bond makes you do crazy things," I sniffed. Nicholas walked down the years displayed on the shelving, finally pulling a dusty book.

Nick picked up a blue diary. He desperately opened it and turned to the first page. That wasn’t it. Nick tossed it aside and found the black journal. He turned to the first page. He exhaled when he realized that it was a continuation of the red one he had read. Nick sat Indian style and zoomed in on the entry.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

I smoothed the paper again and brought it back to the drawer. Again and again, I was still trying to find something. I stood up from the chair and walked over to the shelf with a few books. Something I had never seen from Nicholas because he always collected so many books in his office, in his home in Long Island, in his apartment, and in his room in the Dolomites. The titles seen on the spine of the books made me frown once again; they were the titles of novels that were always sold cheaply. I didn't expect them to be here. Is this his office?

He kickstarted the car and sped off. The man rang the doorbell and the door opened a few moments later. Leah was surprised to find Nick at her door. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked drunk. ............... Please reward the book with gems for more updates.

“I know it.” I wasn’t so sure. But I wanted to believe it — for him. For the pups. “I had a dream last night,” I said. “I was walking through the forest, but everything was quiet. Too quiet. Then I saw her — Mila — standing by the river. And when I got close, she smiled like she was proud of what she’d done. Nick’s face hardened. “She’s not done breaking people,” I said. “Unless we stop her.” “We will,” he said firmly. “You’re not going to have to keep looking over your shoulder. I promise.”

he said. He spoke quietly into his earpiece. A pause. Then he nodded once. "Yes," he said. I walked back to my room with the book held against my chest. The negotiation book. But my mind was still on the other one. Dark green spine. Faded gold lettering. Third shelf from the bottom. Four books from the left. Stone City's history sitting quietly in the corner of Ryan Thompson's library. Waiting. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the cover in my hands.

A MONTH LATER Nick paced the length of his office trying to work off his excess energy. He was up to his fifth cup of coffee and it wasn't even lunchtime. A month of carefully piecing his self-respect together again and all shattered by a letter of intent to purchase from JJC Pharmaceuticals.

My face, as straight as my spine. Uncle Niall placed the book back; his fingers ran across several books before clinging onto a red one—one that stood amidst the black books like it was lost—pulling it out. His eyes fixed on the dull white pages of the book. “Unfamiliar or threatening?” The flutters of the paper punctuated the lingering tension in the office. “What’s unfamiliar about my face?” He flashed a hideous, malicious, and demonic smile.