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And now she found herself remembering how much she missed it. As she turned the pages, the silence wrapped around her like a comforting shawl. She liked this. She could see herself coming here more often. A quiet retreat within chaos. So engrossed was she that she didn’t notice Arnav move until he was standing in front of her. Without a word, he snatched the book from her hands. “Hey!” she protested. She had just reached the climax. “Back with me?” he asked, setting the book aside before taking the seat across from her.

Shе’d be tаkіng аdvаntаgе оf thаt bеfоrе I соuld gеt оut of the buіldіng. She was never оnе tо hіdе hеr fееlіngѕ, аnd I nееd tо ѕtау аѕ fаr аwау frоm her сrаzу сlutсhеѕ аѕ роѕѕіblе [Next POV will be 'Carrie' in Chapter 31] ******** Author Note: Hi, Readers. In "Chapter 14" last paragraph and "Chapter 16" the first paragraph has been fixed and updated. So apparently in "chapter 14" Blake did get caught and what devil deal he made with Jessup, you will guys know in future chapters.

The first book she’d read had barely mentioned charmers, but this one seemed more promising. Hours later, she closed the book and set it on her nightstand. The trouble with reading a no-holds-barred version of history was that unflattering views of one’s self or people were often printed. She had to admit, humans did not look good from a Haunt perspective.

I closed the notebook, pressed my palm against its cover, and leaned back in my chair. Outside, the city lights blinked to life. I saw movement across the courtyard. Someone was crossing toward the entrance, carrying takeout, disappearing into the building next door. For a heartbeat, I thought it was him again, but it wasn’t. The disappointment came sharp, then dulled into resignation. Maybe that was the curse of noticing too much because once you started, you couldn’t stop. You begin to read meaning into every glance, every silence, every coincidence. Still, I couldn’t let go.

I took one step forward, then paused as goosebumps broke over my body. “No, no …wait, not yet,” I whispered, staring at my own hands. If the alpha wasn't here, it meant I could be claimed by just any man walking by. That was bad. I should have thought of this, I should have made sure he was close. Oh Goddess. Before I could bolt away, a strange wave crashed into me, sending nerves down my femur as my legs gave way to the ground. A soft whimper escaped my lips as heat curled in my stomach. I pressed my left hand on my abdomen, glancing around, hoping that he is somewhere around here. The next wave of heat came quickly than I expected,stronger than the previous.

For the pack, any left-behind token meant story; stories required answers. Celeste felt the hemopsychic whisper tighten into a thin thread. She could have done what her line sometimes did—opened the charm and read the warm residue of intents woven into it—but that would be a public act of binding in front of the pack. She wondered whether the charm was a test, an invitation, or a trap. Her fingers tucked the charm into her palm and closed, the tiny bead warm from her touch.

Without reading other chapters, Omega Yna opened Chapter 18 of the book The tittle of the chapter was boldly spelled out: THE CHOSEN ONE. Omega Yna exhaled and inhaled as she tried to calm her rapidly racing heart. She was scared to read the content of the chapter, she was scared to know the information that will either build her or destroy her. One could say that Omega Yna had the fear of the unknown, but to her this was bound to happen.

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

CHAPTER 22 – THE KNOCK AT THE SHED ANITA'S POV I don’t think there is a single person alive who could step inside this place and resist the spell it casts. The beauty, the fragrance, the sheer presence of it all is overwhelming. The air itself seems drenched with perfume, the kind of sweetness that lingers on your tongue even after you breathe it out.

They were even cuddling… Charmine’s eyes widened at the sight and felt her head exploding, followed by a sharp pain that expanded from within. Her face lost all color and turned snow-like white. Her entire frame trembled. A moment ago, she still happily assumed that Anthony and Waverly did not sleep here. This sight slapped her right across the face. Charmine’s heart twinged as though ants bit on it, and she, overridden with despair, left. The moment she closed the door, Waverly, who was in bed, opened her eyes darkly. She eyed the tightly shut door and smirked to herself, pleased.