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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 guess someone must have been taking it and put it there. I took the book and start reading, oh gosh I'm so tired. I wanted to sleep. I just finish around 30%, I still have 70% to go. Oh great! I keep yawning and yawning. I need a coffee like.. Really need one. I walked outside and looked for a vending machine. I remembered that it's near my drawing class. I walked there and buy 2 cans of coffee. When I arrived at the library, there a bread and a hot coffee on the top of my desk. This is weird. I looked around to find someone I know, who did this?

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

Even finding it the right thing to be done. Ren was currently sleeping under a tree with half a pitcher of lemonade to the side. Zia was drawing not to far away of the battle between the Western Empire and the 11th Army of the Empire. Felicity was reading a few medical books on old Alchemy with Elder Tani who was showing a little more into her pregnancy. A very happy Zero and Lan Su were reading on baby care as well. Jackson and Mo Lan just enjoyed each other's company looking at the sky.

Zane was quiet. "He's not the enemy," I said. "He's going to think he is, for a while. He's going to try to be, probably. He's going to come here eventually and stand at the boundary and try to be the obstacle." I paused. "But he sent the book. He found the locked room and he opened it and he sent it to me." "People can be both things," Zane said. "Yes," I said. "They can." I looked at the fire.

ZORIANNA'S POV With a sudden determination and a new zeal, I turned around, removed my hands from my hoodie pockets and pick up my bag from the rock. With a satisfied smile, I quickly ran to the nearest bookstore. An hour later, I was seated on my bed staring at the pretty girlie journal I got today, I decided to pen down something before leaving the hostel. Thankfully my bunkie wasn't around so I have all the privacy I wanted. I was already dressed for my journey and have already sorted out my travel box and school bag.

AMBER POV. (Pg 13) I stretch my arms across my body as we walk through the grassy field in front of our cabin. I feel completely drained. I argued with so many wolves today that my throat is sore. You would think they would accept my decisions as their Goddess, but mistrust was definitely evident today.

Zane's body is still trembling beneath me, his cum cooling on his stomach, my release leaking from him as I pull out slowly. But I'm not done, not by a long shot. This body's stamina, honed by Ardyn's "lessons," is a beast, my cock already twitching back to life, half-hard and demanding more. The novel's pull is relentless, urging Cillian, me, to claim Zane fully, weave him into the harem. But the book glossed over why Zane steals the artifact; it's a plot hole I've always nagged about in my fangirl rants.

Zane nodded, the matter closed, and finished his sandwich. * * * After lunch Zane found the gift shop with the instinct children have for gift shops regardless of how well concealed they are, and Marcus, without being asked and without looking at me for confirmation, said yes when Zane held up a book about deep sea creatures that was considerably more detailed than the one he already had. Zane said, "Thank you, Marcus," with the careful courtesy my mother had built into him, and then, after a moment, said, "Is it alright if I call you something else."