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a beautiful female came in and disrupted my thoughts in the boarding house where I had been kept, while we waited for what Alpha Xavier wanted to do with me. "Hey, it's a bit too much to take in." She drew a chair close by and sat beside me. She had been the only one who treated me with some compassion all through our journey to this place. She smiled warmly at me. "Now that we are here, I guess I should probably introduce myself to you. I am Thalia, daughter of Thyra, daughter of Isadora." Her introduction was too formal. I was lost for words. "Ermm," I scratched my head trying to figure out how to reply. "I'm Isabel, daughter of Alpha Dario of the Thornridge pack. But I guess you already k

Maybe she’d tell me to stay. One evening, unable to sleep, Thalia slips into the pack’s small, shadowed library. She curls up in a battered high-backed chair, book balanced on her knees, toes warmed by the fire. The quiet is a balm. The only sound is the gentle crack and hiss of logs splitting. She loses herself in the words, forgetting for a while to check for threats.

"Of course, not!" "What about you, Thalia?" Diana asked again. Thalia rolled her eyes. "That was why I called your attention in the first place. Sianna and I are not the ones doing this, it is the book." Diana let her breath out in a sigh. "I know the book is doing this, but what is causing the book to act this way?" "Not that book, Diana, this one." Thalia pointed to Sia's bag on the ground. There was only one book in there, and it was The Witches' Circle.

Thalia laughed again, this time louder. “No,” she said. “I haven’t fully won. I’ll win the moment you’re given a life sentence.” Eliana surged forward, rage twisting her features. “I swear I’ll make you regret this! Withdraw the case and set me free!” Thalia wrinkled her nose, covering it dramatically. “You stink. Eeeew.” Eliana slammed her cuffed hands against the table. “I’ll never forgive you for ruining my life!” “We both know you ruined my life,” Thalia snapped coldly. “Don’t be stupid.”

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

"You also have my Alchemy Manual. That should tide you over till you earn more of my trust." *Woosh!* Ren executed his movement technique and left. Purple wind swirled in his wake. "This Alchemy Manual is to old to be yours!" Elder Tani yelled. Melinda and Tali walked over at that time. Yaya went back to the snow mountain. "What is it?"

Thalia couldn't remember the last time she had eaten so well so regularly. It was beginning to show as well. It had only been a few days but already Thalia's cheeks were a little fuller and a healthy glow was returning to her skin, her eyes brighter and the dark shadows under them fading with each full night's rest. Setting the book down she had been reading, Thalia turned to look at the stern older woman, a spark of curiosity flickering in her chest. "What is it?" Thalia asked. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now, would it?" Ms Thorton sighed, glancing at her watch. "Now come along."

Astrid ran just before Thalia poked her head out and I hid on the other side. "What nonsense?" Thalia went in the direction Astrid ran and I slipped through the door. Thalia’s room smelled of lavender oils. My eyes adjusted to the dim candlelight as I scanned the desk piled with papers, the shelves stuffed with books. Thalia was quite a reader. My hands shook as I flipped through documents and parchments. I saw letters and maps and cookbooks, but where's the damn scroll? I opened drawers and looked through the shelves, but no sign of the object I came for. As I frantically looked around, an idea struck me.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

Best to leave it for last. After reading the first few pages, my first impression is that this Alpha was a total quack. All he wrote about was the chosen daughter. The time that she lived with them brought them joy and prosperity. Apparently, he believed that her presence gave the pack well wishes and good fortune. Even though she had died three hundred years before he was the Alpha, he still wrote like it was only recent. If he hadn’t have written the dates, I would have thought that he was there for it, that he knew her personally. This idiot. Believing in fairy tales like a child. Is it any wonder it was so easy for me to wipe out this pack. I flipped through the rest of the pages more qu