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" Renee rushed forward to yank the door open, but I stopped her. Then I took a deep breath—not to steady my nerves, but to make sure my voice came out cold and steady. When I opened the door, Zane stood there looking pathetic in the night air. His hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a clear handprint on his cheek. The moment he saw me, it was as if he had spotted his lifeline. He lunged forward and tried to pull me into his arms, but I stepped aside, and his hands froze midair. As he stumbled back, his eyes were full of hurt and disbelief. "Sadie… a-are you really doing this to me?" he stammered. "Listen to me—Cassie is just an intern. S-She's just too young to know any b

It was where I went when I needed to escape the noise of campus, the hockey team, Kendra’s endless commentary and, lately, one particular six-foot-three problem who seemed determined to occupy every corner of my thoughts. I sat at my usual table with my laptop open, three books spread around me and a half-finished cup of coffee beside my hand. I’d been staring at the same paragraph for the last five minutes, trying to convince myself that I was studying when I heard the chair opposite me scrape against the floor. I looked up. Zane dropped into the seat like he had every right to be there. I blinked. Then I looked at the book in his hand. Then back at him. “What are you doing here?”

They haven't even gotten to know each other well, isn't it strange to have a close conversation like this to talk about Yesran's move? Yesran smiled a little. "It seems that the rats on the campus roof also know the news." After saying that Yesran looked down again to read the book on the table. "The most important part of the book is on the last page," Zane said suddenly, causing Yesran to look up and look back. "Maybe by reading that you'll get answers to all the questions in your head." Yesran began to feel strange. Zane said as if he knew what Yesran wanted to know from this book.

I knew to creep past the library because Zaine would be in there, pouring over the giant text books left behind by Alpha Theo. Before my parents were killed, I would sit with the other pups in the dining hall, enthralled by Alpha Theo’s tales about brave heroes fighting ferocious beasts, women with snakes for hair, and dragons with seven heads. Every dinner time one of us would plead with him for another story, and he always obliged, taking a seat at the table full of eager children. I wonder if Zaine will be like that with our pups, so warm and engaging, filling their little minds with wonder and magic. Everyone in the pack knows about Zaine’s obsession, and his father’s insistence that he

Zane's brows furrowed, and he dropped the pictures on the passenger seat, taking out what felt like a book. In the low garage light seeping through the windows, Zane saw it really was a book when he took it out. A white leather book. The cover was browned at the edges, like someone had thrown it in a fire and yanked it out in just in time before he began to burn. Deep grooves appeared between his brows as he opened it, but the words scribbled on the first page just made his blood run cold. --Dear Diary, it's Victoria. Zane's knuckles whitened around the book, and he slammed it down hard against the steering wheel, as fire surged inside him.

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.

Zane clasped her waist tightly but securely so as not to hurt her wounds with his one hand and held her small hand with his other hand, pressing her onto his chest. "No matter who YOU are. No matter what YOUR existence is. YOU are the only light in MY life. I will do my best to explore YOUR Existence and then TAME YOU, CAGE YOU by my side forever . ." Zane whispered in between the kisses. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

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.”

“I asked if you talked to him.” My chest tightens again. My fingers dig into the fabric of my dress. I feel my pulse hammering against my skin. Zane studies my face carefully, watching every twitch, every blink. “You’re nervous,” he says quietly. “I just want to go home.” “Not yet.” My breath stutters. Zane pulls open his drawer and places a small black notebook on the table. He flips it open to a page. “Ray’s handwriting,” he says. “Recognise it?”