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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.

she blurted, eyes wide. Zane raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t say you were.” “You’re thinking it.” A slow grin crept onto his face. “Now I am.” Maya cursed under her breath and snatched the last book from his hand. “This school is a nightmare.” Zane leaned against the wall like he had all the time in the world. “It’s entertaining, if you don’t take it too seriously.” “I don’t want to be part of the entertainment,” she snapped, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

I didn’t agree to that, but would it be that bad? Not for nothing, but Zane is sexy as hell. He’s mysterious and definitely dangerous. I can sense he’s powerful. Zane’s aura is more potent than an alpha’s aura. He demands respect and loyalty. He’s not a man to mess with. His job is to collect the souls of the dead and deliver them to Death. Yeah, he’s not an enemy I want to have. In a way, I’m intimidated by him, and he doesn’t even own my soul yet. Combined with his handsome good looks and fit body, I bet he knows exactly what to do with a woman.

“I’ll see you around.” Zane stood up, brushed himself off, and gathered a couple of books that had fallen. As he walked past me toward the door, his shoulder lightly brushed mine. That’s when I caught it—his scent. Fresh like soap and something sweet, maybe a hint of citrus or warm vanilla. It wrapped around me for a second and made my stomach do a little flip.

The latter said then disappeared. Zane left right after what happened in the library, she couldn’t bring the book with her since she knows it would be chaotic, and it is not a book that she should hold. Her plan is to find the original copy, if her parents are really Selena and Gavin, then she must be the only one who can find the book because when she held the one that Ferlin gave her, she felt the book refusing her touch, she really was not meant to hold anything except the one that was blessed by the moon goddess, Meiko herself.

he muttered before walking off down the street at a pace far too quick to be called graceful. I raised an eyebrow at Zane. “Seriously?” He stepped closer, plucked the book from my hand, flipping through the pages without actually reading. “You let him bother you too long.” “I can handle myself.” “I know. But it’s more fun watching him sweat before he runs.” I exhaled and crossed my arms. “Do you always show up like a ghost every time I’m alone?” He lifted a shoulder, relaxed. “Maybe. Or maybe the universe just likes giving us… very inconvenient coincidences.”

I added in a hoarse whisper as Zane leaned down, tilting my chin toward his lips. "Thus," he whispered gruffly. "With a kiss... I die." And Zane Andrews kissed me. Again.

What could I offer him, a human female who could only bring sorrow to his house? Afterward, Zane and I made love for the morning, which was everything except perfunctory, and thus we were running late, I tried to describe my dream, but Zane, who was so distracted I knew he wasn’t really listening, and he told me to consult the local Luna. Then he kissed me again, and I felt the heat of his body against mine. All right, I thought at the time, once but no more. “I often have hunting dreams,” Zane said while we were sipping our coffee after the girls had gone to the playroom with Dr. Hayes. The PPE was over, but they had first level in few weeks.

I push my personal life aside and refocus. Cassandra and I spend another hour combing through more books, but we find nothing concrete. Disappointment settles in. I’m not sure there’s a reason to hope anymore. If there’s a cure for wolf blood, it’s well hidden, and I don’t know if we’ll ever find it. Feeling defeated, we leave the library and head back home. Zane’s back to full health and being my worst nightmare. I’m not sure what horrors await me as I return. At home, I head to my room for a quick shower. Afterward, I

No matter how much time I spent with him, I would never get used to that side of his world. Slowly, I moved through the room, taking in the details. My fingers lightly brushed over the books as I passed the shelf. Business strategies. War history. Stoicism. Dark psychology. Art. Exactly the kind of books a man like Zane would read. As I walked to his desk, my eyes caught a small picture frame resting near the edge. I picked it up, bringing it closer to get a better look. It was an old photograph —worn at the edges but carefully preserved. A little boy, no older than four, held a tiny baby in his arms, his smile wide and filled with pure joy.