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Then looked at the father sitting in front of him "Yeah, I think it's just him. But, I haven't asked Alice and Logan this yet. They're still resting, and I'll ask them later!" Xander re-opened the last page of the brown-bound book, it had been a long time since Xander had found something like the one he was reading now. History books wrapped in fantasy stories really won't make him feel bored if he has to repeat to read the book. Mr.Erick closed his eyes, if Sebastian just said that, magic must be really so powerful.

I didn't know what he was thinking, and if I could read midns like he could, then I guess he wouldn't have had anything to keep to himself. Wolves couldn't read minds. We only went with our instincts, and our nostrils that could go lengths, while vampires could do their stuff, and even read minds. That was what Xander could do, he usually read the minds of people, those girls that loved to he around him, and just took their heats and read them. Though he wasn't able to do that to me most of the time, I knew that I couldn't have done it either. Why the hell was he suddenly gloomy, and why was he looking that way?

**Content Warning:** This chapter contains explicit content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised Aria's POV: As he walked deeper into the room, the dim light revealed Xander. His nose flared in alert, and his jaw clenched. His eyes flashed golden a few times as he walked towards me. I don’t need to tell him what was going on with me because from his eyes, I know he must be able to smell the heat and my arousal. A whimper escapes my lips when the heat increases. “Help me,” I say between sobs.

Liam takes two steps closer, onyx eyes pinning mine. The courtyard suddenly feels smaller. “Since you want specifics, here you go,” he pauses, then continues, “I want a book Xaden has. The Dragon Rider.” My brows knit together as I try to make sense of his words, then I scoff, folding my arms. “Then go ask him for it.” I totally don’t understand why he’s telling me he wants a book Xaden has. The corner of his mouth lifts, and then his tongue clicks softly against his teeth.

Xander and Carolina read them at night, aloud, grading their literary merit—she with sharp disdain, he with reluctant amusement. And when the threats came too close, when the city’s nerves twitched, it fell to Xander to become the shield. The muscle memory was there, even if the muscle was sometimes literal metal: the instant calculation of best angles, the dance of interposition. Carolina hated it, this silent sacrificial calculus, but never complained. Instead, she stole his nights, pulling him into bed, building a wall of books and blankets and sweat between themselves and the outside world. One night, as they lay side by side, listening to the rain guttering down the windmill’s battered

Chapter 118: In Another Life, I Would Be Your Son RILEY I nodded eagerly, scooting over to make room for him to sit on the edge of my mattress instead. The book was about a brave little wolf who went on adventures and learned important lessons about friendship and courage. Mr. Xenois had read it with different voices for each character, making me giggle despite the heaviness in my chest. When he'd finished the story and closed the book, I'd looked at him carefully in the soft light from my lamp.

"Elara and Merida invited me too." Xavier quickly tapped the e-reader screen, which displayed a line he'd already written. "You're just an afterthought." Leonard silently shot him a look.

"I am sooooo okaayyyy!" "Oh boy! I think you are sad." "Youuu think." I laughed again loudly. "My life is a fucked! A walking messss." "Hey listen. I can help you to reduce that stress. The pleasure is for just a night." "Huh? What do you mean by thaaatttt?" He then took a drink in his hand then mixed something in it. "This. Have it." He gave it to me. "What is this?" "Umm... see you wanted peace and pleasure for one night. You'll get it. Just go to that area and enter in room no. 110. Okay? You'll enjoy it trust me."

"So how is your relationship with him, anyway? I mean, it’s a lie from your side, but he must be trying to kiss you or touch you. I don’t know what he was trying to say at that moment because my mind seemed to be half-dead. I frowned at his questions. Not again. ‘’Yeah! but we are not doing anything,’’ I lied, ''You sure?'' he asked, his brow furrowed. Anyway, Xavier has a beautiful collection of all genres of books. You should try some if you feel bored," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, thanks for the care. You should attend to your clients," I said. I didn’t look at him and walked upstairs to my room. I laid my head on Xavier’s pillow and opened my phone’s screen to see texts from