Chapter 14
I hadn’t particularly enjoyed learning of werewolf history in the past, but perhaps now it would be different. I want to learn more about him, the king. There were no significant records of him in the most historical books but surely his library has something.
Rolf Titus Eberulf Osmund, known to all as the Alpha King, the most powerful king that ever have, his strength is more like a Lycan than like the average werewolf we knew.
Lycan?
I scan my eyes over the subtitles of chapters, flipping through it distractedly. Flipping another page my eyes narrow as I see the frayed remains of pages that have clearly been ripped from their rightful place.
Flattening my lap, I flatten the ripped fragments of paper left, blinking in confusion as I see fragments of what would seem like ‘Rolf’ names along with other words that I can’t describe.
Someone seems doesn’t want people to read what’s written here, I thought and placed a bookmark before grabbing another book.
Book after book I found nothing, then I grabbed the first book ‘The Descent of the Lords’ and re-read it again until the last page before it was ripped.
But I have found something more about werewolves, about their urge to comfort an upset mate even though it could be overwhelming and also overbearingly protective, but it’s part of a male werewolf’s primal instinct.
I regret that I never listened carefully to the lesson about werewolves because I didn’t think it was important.
Now I’m being fooled, I don’t even know how to pronounce rejection so I swallowed what he said 5 years ago, if I knew, I
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would have immediately understood that there was something that made him say that not the real rejection words.

I decide to find another book and go to the back only to get shocked.
My eyes widened in awe at the countless shelves that lined the walls, holding thousands of books. There was also a ladder leaned against one of the furthest walls to allow access to even the highest shelves of the library.
The floors were cherry oak hardwood with a cra**ling
fireplace in it in a warm mocha colour and the lightning was a bit dim, the type of lightning you would expect from an assortment of candles and not electricity.
I also noticed in the far end of the library there was a large table with four big chairs all around it, looking excellent to do homework on.
A few armchairs pressed near the window and I have found my favorite one in front of the fireplace with a large pillow in it, can’t contain my grin, I walked further in and trailed my fingers along the spines of the books, making not of some titles as I made my way to a few shelves.
Overwhelmed by the amount of choices, I gave up on choosing a book and made my way to my new favorite armchair. The beige armchair was so soft and I completely sank into it like I had fallen to the world of feathers and can’t help but giggling to myself like a small child.
Oh my G*d, I was so in love with this library..
I broke out of my ignorant trance when I remembered where I
was.
I looked up embarrassed by my behaviour and saw a pair of eyes staring at me with adoration clear in his eyes.
No one ever gave me that look before…
“I envy the library” He said and grabbed a random book from
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the nearest shelves.
I raise an eyebrow in confusion when hearing his words.
“It seems that you like spending time with the library more than with me” His eyes still lock on mine the whole time he speaks and I can’t help but chuckle in amusement.
I’ve heard that ‘Man is a child in a bigger body’ and now understand the meaning.
I watch how his eyes widen when he sees me laugh like he just found something fascinating.
A moment of silence passes between us and my heart thrums loudly when we just stare at each other.
“How’s your guest?” I ask and break the trance.
He raised an eyebrow “Did you know it’s 8 O’clock now?”
What?
I quickly raise my hand and see it is indeed 8 O’clock.
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