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She kissed him like the world was ending. Zane’s expression was complicated, coldness in his eyes but a smirk tugging his mouth. I could almost read his thoughts. He liked that Vivian finally felt the sting of desperation. But it also dragged up his own memories—me with Ronan at the lake, with the soccer team, even that night at Shifters. I knew those moments had gutted him. I tore my eyes away from Vivian and Tyler’s public display. “What’s next?” Zane’s gaze flicked to me. He knew I meant work. “I’ll start going through emails you sorted. You can use the time to read the book Trav gave you. Once I need you, I’ll call.”

He hit the ground hard and didn't get up. "You couldn't have done that five minutes ago?" Alerion snapped at Caius while dodging a knife. "I had to find the right book! Do you know how many books are in a library?" "You're supposed to know these things!" "I'm not psychic or flash!" Zane was fighting off two guys at once, his shoulder still bleeding badly, and he kept looking back at me every two seconds like he was making sure I was still there. "Zane, watch out!" I screamed as another guy came at him from behind.

We weren’t alone. That night, in the library, Zane found me tracing runes in an old book. His shadow fell across the pages, heavy, steady. “You’re too reckless,” he murmured. “You hold everything inside until you break.” I didn’t look up. “And you break things until nothing’s left.” The silence hummed. His hand covered mine on the book, warm, steady. No kiss, no heat of bodies—just his palm over mine, a promise heavier than any vow.

I started feeling feverish and lightheaded and just like that, I wasn’t hungry anymore. I needed air. I stepped outside, hoodie up, sleeves shoved halfway up my arms, letting the wind hit me like a slap. Crisp morning air. Sharp, clean, and instantly stabilizing me. Zane was leaning against the porch railing, arms crossed, face toward the woods like he was trying to keep himself from looking at me. His posture was all Alpha—tense, controlled, dangerous. I cleared my throat. “You wanted to see me?” He turned at the sound of my voice, eyes flicking toward me, and I swear, for half a second, they darkened. He immediately stepped into my space and sniffed me.

Something in the process of evolving. Andrei hadn’t said much since that night. They passed each other in corridors, exchanged glances that lingered too long, but with them, words had become less necessary. The silence between them now carried weight. It still harboured resentment, but still carried respect. The weight of a dozen words left unspoken. Zane found himself in the library again with no fire this time, only the gray illumination of morning light. He pulled a book from the shelves something about the evolution of aristocratic dynasties. He didn’t care for the content. It was the weight of the book in his hands, the way knowledge felt like armor.

Forget it! I opened the door wider and stepped into the dark room. The thick blinds were pulled shut, blocking the light from the window. The entire room reeked of him, the smell was overwhelming that it could easily subdue any other fragrance, mine included. The room was even darker from the dim paint with a few traces of gold. A shelf stood at the corner, filled with-- books? I walked to it, my footsteps silent against the floor. I pulled out a book, I never knew the jerk and psychotic Zane was into books.

A faint rustle of pages somewhere in the distance. Zane seemed completely absorbed in his books. Every now and then he’d underline his book. Everything about him seemed arranged… And there was his book—covered in hasty notes and crossed lines. Perfect and messy at the same time. It was… strange. Watching him. This was the first time we were alone somewhere that wasn’t his bedroom. Or the locker room or shower, where we have to act like we weren’t fucking. My eyes drifted back to my book, then back to him. Back to my book. Then back to him again.

“And what exactly are you planning to find there, Ashley?” “Answers,” was all I said, before walking away. — Zane was still recuperating from the mishap in the woods, so even though he was busy giving orders via mind-link, he remained in bed. The sun was already high in the sky, and bright light slipped in through the windows of our bedroom, bathing the whole place in an almost golden glow. Zane had been reading a book as he sat on the bed, but as soon as I crossed the door he closed it and looked up at me. “I've been waiting for you,” he said, a small smile on his face.

Zane I found myself in the pack library at midnight, surrounded by books I’d single-handedly picked out—mainly to avoid questions from Ezra. ‘Pregnancy and the Wolf: A Comprehensive Guide. Maternal Health in Shifter Populations. The First Year: What to Expect When Expecting a Pup.‘ The titles alone made me feel ridiculous like some anxious first-time father instead of an Alpha securing his lineage.

I returned to the villa and packed up everything related to Zane. Precious jewelry, luxury goods, stuffed animals, and photos of us as a couple—I burned them all. But when I saw a glass bottle, I paused. Inside was a letter Zane had written when he was 17. It was his wish for the future. I had read it many times before. But today, as I held the thin piece of paper in my hands, I still couldn't help unfurling and reading it one last time.