โ†ฃ Ugly Truth

โˆพ ๐”ผ๐•ก๐•š๐•ค๐• ๐••๐•– ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜: ๐•Œ๐•˜๐•๐•ช ๐•‹๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™ โˆพ

โฅเน‘โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”เน‘โฅ

๐‹๐”๐‚๐ˆ๐€๐ ๐–๐€๐’ ๐€ mysterious man, an Alpha of many tastes. It seemed to Esmeray that she might never completely understand him. Maybe that's what made him so attractive - every moment she spent with him, she knew there was something new for her to discover about him.

"These books have been here for centuries. I am not an avid reader, but my father advised me to gain insights from the past. He knew something was coming, and he wanted me to be prepared for that. So, I spend some of my days studying about my ancestors... the history of Lycans," he said.

Esmeray didn't know of the real reason he bought her here - this place was too close to his heart. It was easy for him to get lost here as a child, especially when he was running away from his mother's wrath. He wasn't a book geek - but he found solace among them.