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Although I’m not too better off myself, pacing the hallway like a lunatic, sipping the same espresso I’d reheated three times and still hadn’t drunk. I told myself I was chill. But my wolf kept pacing in circles inside me. She was too far away and naturally, I didn’t like it. Not one bit. ALPHA GAVIN I found something online, some kind of old book but scanned very poorly. It was one I hadn’t seen before since I buried myself in my research. It seemed almost ancient with visible ruins and the title was faded. No signs of an author name either. Just a mark, a crescent moon carved into the spine.

Jason’s thoughts were led astray: “Then I’ll call someone to prepare.” “Just eating outside. Let’s go, I know a very famous internet celebrity hotpot... Hurry! It’s not far away. Kate and I went to eat there before..." She started walking quickly. Wolf temporarily forgot what he had just talked about, his eyes were filled with her delicate and soft look—— That night, Ice Wolf had his first authentic Internet celebrity hot pot meal in the Black Hills, which was super spicy. She ate very happily, and she was always in a cheerful mood.

But Crescent and I have not had a whiff of my mate's scent, nor did we feel any connection to anyone we had just met. As my wolf whimpered for me to go back, I pulled myself together and opened the library doors and inhaling the scent of old parchment, books and dust. I hoped my mate would smell like this because it was intoxicating. Settling down on one of the bean bags, I grabbed the nearest book and started to flip through the pages, to my luck it was a book about humans, actually more like a romance book with humans starring in it.

"I'm exploring other options. There are allied packs interested in investing in a new healing practice, especially one using the Winter methodology." Arthur resumed his cooking, adding spices to a simmering pot. The aroma of chili peppers filled the kitchen—spicy and pungent, so different from the mild flavors he usually preferred. My wolf paced restlessly within me, both comforted and disturbed by his familiar scent in my space. I'd spent so long trying to create distance between us, yet here he was, cooking in my kitchen as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I didn't know you liked spicy food," I commented, watching him add more chili to the mixture.

"Oh, Goddess! What did you say to him?" I groaned again. "Please, can we not talk about this right now?" "Okay, but you better tell me later." And that was when I prayed silently to Artemis that later would never come. I prayed that she'd just kill and burn me. --- Thanks for reading the preview of the next book in the series, Wolfborn! If you'd like to keep reading, please search for 'Wolfborn', now complete on Goodnovel. While this book does introduce some new characters, it also continues the story of Jasmine & Blake. Happy reading!

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Dropped it in the trash bag. "Elara?" One of the helpers held up a spiral-bound book. "What about this?" Our six-year memory book. Never finished. Pages and pages. Photos from the beginning. The middle. All the good parts. I took it from her. Ripped out the pages one by one. Dropped them in the bag. "Burn it," I said. When I looked up, Seraphina stood in the doorway. Watching. Smiling. "Want to know why the pack physician said you weren't pregnant?"

- I asked curiously. - He bought a cabin in the forest above! - There is nothing in that place! Except for the river and ghost stories from our childhood - I smiled - why would anyone buy a cabin there? - Ian says he doesn't like people very much! He is coming to our wedding because Ian insisted so much! - Surely people don't like him either! With that ugly face of someone who ate a lemon, he certainly won't be very successful in the town of the most boring and unbearably happy people in the world.

And looking at the state of this town, I may just have a lot more time to read. Jasper holds the book up again. "A mystery novel. Those are my favourite." Maybe he likes mystery books so much because he is one. Every time I look at him, I am caught up in his eyes. The violet in his eyes must be a side effect of being a Phantom Wolf. Still, I haven't questioned him much about the Wolves I spent most of my believing didn't exist. We ended up talking more about the book, while Jasper tried to find me something to eat. Apparently he needed to go shopping for more food or something, which almost seemed too domestic for an Alpha to be saying.

I even closed my eyes from pleasure. I don’t know why, but the smell of a black wolf gave me peace. I couldn’t deny myself this little piece of happiness. Opening the refrigerator, she meticulously scanned the contents. Previously, Rinat and I always ate food from a restaurant, and had breakfast on the way to work not far from the office, but... apparently Ian was used to something different. Well, for some reason I didn’t want to disappoint the man. In the end, even if I am not a proper she-wolf, I am quite a full-fledged woman. Fairly judging that someone like Ian needs to eat a high-calorie and satisfying diet, she decided that meat should be an indispensable component. There is only one