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she said quietly. When I looked up at her, she almost looked embarrassed. Her cheeks were a rosy red, and she bit her lower lip. The books looked like they had seen better days. They were frayed, dusty, and ripped. “What are these?” I asked with a hair of a smile. “They are all the books on lore about Lycans. I thought they may be helpful to get Luna back.”

I browsed aimlessly, grabbing any strange book I saw and flipped through it till I got bored until I was holding a leather-bound folder. A name was scrawled inside the cover in loopy, feminine handwriting. Nicole. I stared at the name. That name. Luciana had said it. “She isn't Nicole.” Leo had also said that name. I flipped through a few pages. It was filled with scribbled notes, sketches and a pressed flower. Who was She? Why did her name feel like a secret no One wanted me to find? The soft sound of a throat clearing behind me made me jump.

Clark agreed to side with Lily. "Oh, come on, you guys," I groaned. "The way she talks about the guy she liked in middle school, the story seems familiar to me. It almost sounds like what Hea-" "Okay!" I scooted my chair back and stood. "I'm going to get some food." I don't know what those two deals are, but Nina isn't interested in Logan. Is she?

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“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.

Yay I cannot thank you all enough for reading my book. All the support I have gotten was beyond anything I could've imagined. I'm sad that this book has come to an end but I already have ideas for new ones. The Alpha King's Tribrid Mate An Abnormality. That is what Nicolette is. A monster that has to be kept hidden from the world. A witch. A vampire. A werewolf. All in one person. Such power in such a small form.

Nicole's fingers danced across the spines of the books, gently adjusting their positions. She wanted to create an alluring display, one that would capture the attention of passersby. The vibrant covers were like a painter’s palette, and Nicole was the artist, carefully crafting her masterpiece. She stepped back, eyes narrowing as she scrutinized her handiwork. A slight tilt here, a nudge there—she was determined to find the perfect arrangement. The bookstore was her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in worlds spun by strangers. But today, she wanted the store itself to feel like one of those worlds: warm, magnetic, impossible to walk past without stepping inside. With a final s

Josephine pointed out to Nicole, trying her best to calm her down. “I am not sure but I think I know why certain people might want to have that book, maybe they did not want to create a scene or something but I believe that is the only explanation.” Nicole explained to her, but Josephine was definitely not buying such a conspiracy even if she did not see the full picture of everything that was going on with Nicole.

As they retreated from the assembly, the enchanted forest whispered its acknowledgment—a seamless continuation of the story of Nampa, where the cycles of life and leadership wove together in harmony. Luna, surrounded by the familiar scent of old parchment and ink, entered her personal library with the Book of Luna in hand. The shelves were lined with volumes chronicling the history of Nampa and her own remarkable journey. The soft glow of the room's enchanted crystals cast a warm ambiance, creating an intimate atmosphere.

It was something else. Hope. And something she couldn’t yet name. Damien’s muscles coiled beneath her as he leapt over a crumbling section of floor, Dylan and Dean flanking them with fierce precision. Elias and Lucas sprinted ahead, their silhouettes barely visible in the dust and shifting light. Nicola kept her grip firm, both on Damien’s thick fur and the book in her arms. She could feel it humming against her skin, as if the magic woven into its pages recognized her touch.