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The iron tang of her blood is strong and sweet. It tastes, Zane thinks, like forever should. And this my lovely readers is the end of the book. Please check out my new work A Secret Baby For the Alpha Quarterback.

“I’m so sorry, pup. About all of it.” Before I can respond, the door swings open again. Zane enters, his massive frame filling the doorway as he balances a large, leather-bound book in his arms. The tome looks ancient, its cover worn smooth by countless hands over what must be centuries. His steel-grey eyes find mine immediately, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “James,” he says, nodding toward the chair across from us. “Take a seat.” My father squeezes my hand once before releasing it and moving to the indicated chair. Zane settles the book on his desk with surprising gentleness before taking his own seat beside me. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a constant reminder

“I’ll go with you. But if you slip up again, I’ll kick your ass.” Zane’s grin widened. “That would be kind of hot, actually.” “I mean it, Zane.” “I know, I know.” Zane followed me around the corner to the next row of bookshelves. I began scanning the “S” section, and pulled out a title on soothsayer practices, which I added to the pile. Zane quirked a brow at me as I dropped the stack of books I was holding onto a nearby table. I’d collected more than five tonight, and intended to read them all. He picked up the most recent one and read the back with a curious expression.

Zane As I sat with my personal cabinet, discussing the intricate details of our latest ventures, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of intensity and confidence. We had been working tirelessly to expand our influence, and the success of our operations depended heavily on precision and secrecy. My advisors, each an expert in their field, were laying out the plans with meticulous care. Just as my chief strategist, Lila, was about to present her latest analysis on our territorial gains, the door swung open with a force that silenced the room.

I rubbed my temples. Get another book. Distract yourself. I stood and walked further down into the library. I needed another book to make me focus. That was when I saw her. Zana sat alone in a corner of the library. She was reading a book. She looked completely absorbed. Her red hair had fallen forward, partly hiding her face. My first thought was stupid and automatic. There’s no way she can actually read. The idea came from years of conditioning. My father told me that rogues were savages. I was told that they were uneducated and barely civilized. That was what we were taught.

ZANE *Trigger Warning- Mention of Self Harm* - The story continues in the next chapter - You will not miss anything else. *Your mental health matters!* I run. My paws hit the forest floor hard as I move through the trees. Through the fog. Through everything, I can’t seem to control. Because what I walked in on this morning is burned into my mind like a brand. Her scent was everywhere. Her thighs were parted. Her eyes met mine. She moaned.

“There’s still time; why don’t you head back to your room and get dressed? There’s a place I want to show you.” I blinked in confusion. “ A place you want to show me?” Zane nodded and I was left to debate. The thought of going out, going somewhere other than work, was tempting, but one glance back at my pile of books, reminded me that the information I sought to collect was more important than a few hours trip. “Thanks, but-“ I began, but Zane cut me off. “You can always come back for your books,” He didn’t seem all that happy when he said that. “Right now, I need you to rest and read this,” He pointed at the book. “Isn’t the way."

Zane too must have discovered it but he was tight-lipped, he would rather remain silent than reveal what it was. How bad was it that she had to thank him for not telling our father? Zane remained quiet as he fixed his eyes on the books that sat lazily on the desk. She must have used her dressing table to read hence the explanation for the scattered books lying on the dressing table. Dane cleared his throat, "We need to know what is going on." Dane's tone was the very opposite of the way I was tempted to speak, perhaps it was a good idea to allow Dane to do the speaking, or else, it might result in yet another fight between Zane and me.

NICO A flicker of pain flashed over Zane’s face, and a sonorous howl as the pack lifted their voices to the sky in unison, brought chills to my bones. It was a howl of loss, of anger and a promise of revenge. Zane bent and picked up Anthony’s lifeless body, holding him close to his chest. “I’m taking him to our bedroom. We can’t leave him here outside.” His voice sounded calm as he went forward to the ruins of his home.

I wake up in bed with Zane wrapped around me, even though I told him to stay away. Right now, Dante hates me. They all do, and Zane cuddling me won’t help. I try to move, but his hands grasp me tighter. Wiggling free, I climb from the bed. I step across the room, grab out some clothes and pick up a book.