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I asked sitting next to him sipping my milk. "I returned hours ago and when I noticed that you were still sleeping I had to find something else to do than to disturb you." He said. "You would have to wake me up," I said. "No. You need the sleep because you've been through a whole lot recently." He said. "Did you think about that when you fucked me like a hoe last night?" I asked choking on my milk drink the moment those words flew out of my mouth. Chris dropped the book he was reading," How To Take Over The Internet." That's the title of the book. Its cover was dull and the title itself sounded lame.

But, I was on high alert, and I would remain on high alert until I left, whether that was in a body bag or my own four paws. I flopped down on the bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable mattress, but it would do. I grabbed one of the books Blair had loaned me. The one in question was one I had picked up just last night. One of the few books that existed on lycans. However, it was within the first few pages that I fell asleep.

The storm outside had died down to a faint patter of rain against the windows, and the soft rhythm became a lullaby. My breathing evened out. My limbs grew heavier. I turned another page, but the words swam before my eyes, like they were swimming around each other. And then— Darkness. The book slid from my fingers, resting on my chest. Sleep claimed me.

Like I don't have a care in the world right now. *paper sound* What is that sound anyway? I sleepily open my eyes once more to see the book once more but this time there was a picture. Page 28? When did I even start reading this book? I should just get up, use my speed magic to read it finish and go back to sleep... Why am I even reading a book like this? I sleepily wondered, I then felt a gentle, tender pat on my head, the tender feeling of fingers going through my hair once again lulls me back to sleep.

The Book of Curse, with its foreboding aura, seemed to cast a spectral presence in the recesses of her mind. The old journal, now placed on the nightstand, carried the weight of its uncanny resemblance to the haunting images from her nightmares. Jette closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would offer respite from the disquieting thoughts that lingered. As the night unfolded, the boundary between dreams and reality blurred, and the Book of Echoes became a silent witness to the mysterious interplay between past, present, and the uncharted realms of the subconscious—a harbinger of a narrative that transcended the tangible pages of a journal and ventured into the intangible realms of the unknown.

I'm drawn into the story and I forget all about my own troubles for a while. Eventually, my eyelids start to droop and I put the book down. I snuggle under the covers and turn off the light, feeling content and peaceful. As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but think about how much my life has changed in just a few days. I'm scared about what will happen next, but I'm also excited about the possibilities.

When we get to the pack house, I go to the comfort of the bedroom and sit a while by myself. With everything that has gone on, I grow tired and fall asleep while reading a book. Please vote for me by leaving gems and go to the main page of the book and leave a review. Thank you all for reading this chapter and I hope you can't wait for the next one.

Leith pov They didn’t wait for morning. Rut had climbed into the cabin while I slept in snatches. The air was wrong. Rook already behind me on the bed. Ash in front, kneeling, gold eyes bright like he’d been watching me twitch in my sleep. “Turns are over,” Ash said. “You rest when the knots say so. Not before.” I tried to sit. Rook’s arm locked around my waist and dragged me onto my knees. My hole was still slick from the last filling, sore, half-open. He checked with two fingers and grunted, satisfied enough.

Tonight, I’m done fighting it. I’m lying on my bed wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong, my nipples hard from the cool air and anticipation. My heart pounds as I slowly spread my thighs, already soaked. The wetness has been dripping down my folds for hours just thinking about him. The door to my bedroom creaks open.

Only one thing reassures me: it seems that they lose their power at sunrise. I close my last manual, pick up the pile and I put each book back in its place. My hands are trembling dangerously and my heart rate betrays my anxiety. While putting the last book down, I stay an instant with a hand placed on the edge, thinking. Right now, I have to look for another place to live, and it has to be fast!