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Zane’s POV “Fair,” I said, crossing my arms. “But why would I believe a lowlife wretch? You might have torn those pages just to provoke my Alpha or trigger our curiosity. There's a chance there's nothing in them at all.” Eryndor met my gaze, and despite the blood crusting at the corner of his mouth, he managed something close to a smile. “Go fuck yourself, Zane. That won't work on me either. I'm the only one who read those books, and I'm the only one who knows what was in them.” His voice cracked. “Even if I lose my mind, I won't give you a damn thing.”

Cassandra said angrily "What the hell happened? what the fuck is that! why did the zombie attack us? I thought that place is secured what happened then? "Please came down. We don't know what happened, we don't know what attract those zombies, we spent four days in that camp and we did not sight any zombie because we clear them off before we camp there." Susan told Casandra. "Casandra can you just please came down! can you just shut up and let me focus on driving, can't you see that am driving?" Jane said.

I immediately knew it was no other than Zane. I was stunned by his wolf’s beauty, he was absolutely gorgeous; even though he was covered in a little blood. He shifted in his human form, in front of me and OH BOY! Holy mother of all fucks! Zane in his human form was even more beautiful than his wolf form, he was a walking Adonis. The epitome of male beauty and strength. He oozed this sexy yet dangerous aura about him, suitable only for an Alpha. My gazed lowered and Motherfuc —

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.

I needed to stop talking to him. Zane: I'm making you uncomfortable. You don't know me. I get it. But give it time, pretty soon you'll have everything about me memorized, maybe by then your judgment won't be clouded by what you see on the internet and you'll see me, just me. Fallon: And who is Zane Andrews? He didn't reply back right away. Zane: Sometimes, I think, he's still the scared little boy who was abandoned by his sisters and dropped off in foster care when the love of his life died.

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.”

Reaching for his office phone, Zane dropped the booklet on the table and called his secretary, saying, “Emily, can you structure my schedule for the next two weeks and make a call to Mrs. Miller, Mr. Carter, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Hernandez, Mr. Clark, and Mr. Murphy, booking an appointment with the six of them on different days-“ “You didn’t check out the booklet, Sir? Mrs. Miller, Mr. Carter, and Mr. Anderson have already reached me this morning, wanting to book appointments to see you.” Emily interrupted. Reaching for the booklet, Zane opened it, and there on the second page the three names were written neatly along with most of the other NewEra clients that he intended to approach too after t

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.

She didn’t speak, but the way she looked at Zane said everything. Zane then turned to Cain, giving him a curt nod. He then opened the gift and his eyes widened with surprise. It was a book about animals and fauna in the national state part that was right next to their pack ground. The boy gulped and held his breath as if he was scared to show the full extent of his excitement. “It’s alright, Cain,” Zane said softly, ruffling his son’s hair. “Strength is important, but doing the things we love is important too.” He smiled softly, his eyes watery. “I’m so sorry for losing sight of that.”

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.