Alpha's Lust

BLAISE

The Packhouse library is absolutely massive.

“I didn’t know you liked books,” I murmur, staring up at the shelves that seem to cover the walls that curve inwards. It must be at least thirty feet tall. Pale sunlight enters through the glassy, dome-shaped ceiling, shrouding the chamber in a faint, pastel blue. It smells of worn pages and warm tea.

Christian glances up from the corner of the room, legs crossed and already settled into a velvet, cushioned chair. He drums his fingertips against a book open on the armrest.

“The Shadow Pack has generations of history,” He replies. “And it’s my responsibility to make sure that mistakes don’t repeat itself.”

I give him a look of mild surprise. Who would’ve known that the Shadow Alpha had a side like this? I’d never believed him to be an intellectual.

My eyes trace down the lines of his figure. He looks lax and unhurried, already immersed in the book he’d opened in less than a minute ago. Intelligence burns like a low, soft fla