Sam Lena Library Novels & Stories

“She threatened to take what belonged to someone else while I threatened to protect what's mine.” “Ahh…” Lena hummed, thoughtfully. “Makes sense.” I opened the bus door and stepped in. A figure coming from behind drew my gaze to Samuel. “Macho man is here for you.” She pouted, just as the bus door closed. I walked to a seat by the window before popping my head out. “I won't be able to come to your place on Saturday anymore!” Lena's face fell in disappointment. “Why?” “I'm going to the Hunt Gallery with mum to hunt for men!”

Finally, the call I had waited for, Alex. “Hey, Lena,” he said, words wobbling out. I knew he had seen the news. “Hello, are you there?” His voice came again, only then did I realize I had been staring at the note in my hand. “Yes… Yes… I saw the news,” I blurted, then I waited. I didn’t know what to do or say next. “Listen to me, Sam… You need to leave the mansion,” he drawled on each word, the same way he does whenever he wants me to take something seriously.

Selene's descriptions of the hybrid grew more detailed with each passing day, as if the moon was feeding her information in fragments, piece by piece, like breadcrumbs leading Kael toward a destination he couldn't yet see. Lena was not just a woman with golden eyes and dark hair. She was a librarian, living in a small apartment in a city called Lychwood, surrounded by books she used to escape a life that had given her nothing. She had no family, no friends, no one who would notice if she disappeared.

The oppressive silence of the underground gave way to the whisper of wind through empty window frames and the crunch of glass beneath our boots. Lena moved like a ghost beside me, her dark braids catching what little sunlight penetrated the haze. She scanned our surroundings with practiced precision, one hand resting on the knife at her hip. "Over there," she said, pointing toward a massive structure half-swallowed by climbing vines. "Library. Might have what we need." I nodded, but my mind wasn't fully present. Instead, it drifted to Hail, to calloused palms and stormy, blue-gray eyes. To a moment three nights ago when the fire-born had nearly taken us both.

Following the address given by Mrs Annie's, Samaira reached the library. It was not far from the penthouse. As soon as she entered the place, she took in the surroundings. The place was big but had a homey and warm feeling to it. It smelt of books, her favourite scent, next to mud after rain, it smelt heavenly. In her school, whenever there was a free period, she used to spend her time in the library. Many classmates of hers used to call her a bookworm, maybe she was one. But then again, she has no one else other than books.

Samuel blurted out, "How do you know that?" "It's simple. Lena underwent hymen recovery surgery half a year ago at the same hospital. She's a regular at this hospital. It'll be easy for you to check whether it's true. After all, I'm sure that the nurses and doctors would be able to recognize her," Ambrose replied indifferently. Lena did not dare to continue listening. She wanted to pull Samuel away hastily. "Samuel, he's crazy! Don't believe in his nonsense! I can explain everything to you back home!"

What kind of menu? "Secret," replied Sam. "Ah, I feel impatient." "How about we go there now?" Sam offered with expectant eyes. "I don't think so, Sam," replied Lerina. "Come on, I can't wait to show it off with you, and aren't you curious what the name of that restaurant is?" asked Sam and of course, Lerina was curious. "Samle Restaurant," answered Lerina. "You still remember it?" Sam is getting brighter—the thing he had said to Lerina before.

The way Alex stood in her doorway made Lena's pulse thrum low in her belly. She wanted to reach out, yank that tie loose, and drag his mouth to hers until he forgot whatever had him looking like he wanted to burn the world down. But she couldn't, not with Sam still here, his presence a goddamn cockblock. "Not at all. You came just in time. Sam and I just finished." "Finished what?" Lena let her fingers toy with the corner of her towel, tugging it down just enough to reveal fresh skin. "What does it look like, Alexi?"

Samantha adjusted her nightgown, tugging it slightly lower until the swell of her breasts became more pronounced. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror of the dark hallway, smoothing her hair and letting her lips curve into a sly smile. Time to start the plan, she thought. She wasn’t here just because she hated Selena—though that certainly sweetened the deal. Samantha had bigger goals, and Julian Mathers was the key to unlocking them.

The pack grounds were waking slowly, warriors jogging, omegas carrying laundry, children chasing one another between cabins. Adrian led her away from the main paths, toward a low building tucked near the training fields. Inside, the scent of polished wood and old parchment enveloped her. A library. Her breath caught. Shelves stretched across the walls, lined with scrolls, leather-bound journals, maps, even ancient tomes with cracked spines. Sunlight filtered through high windows, leaving soft golden patches on the floor. “I thought…” Samantha’s voice wavered. “I didn’t know wolf packs kept places like this.”