Astrid’s POV I had braced myself for questions, for confusion, maybe a hint of curiosity when I showed him the book. But instead of the reaction I expected, his eyes sharpened, and something flickered across his face—fear, maybe? Leaning forward, he asked in a low, urgent voice, “Where did you get this?”The question stunned me, and I froze, letting the weight of his words settle over me. Where, not what. He already knew. He knew exactly what this book was.“You knew,” I breathed, disbelief thick in my voice.Alpha Theron’s eyes widened, realizing his mistake. “Astrid… I—”“You knew about this,” I cut him off, my voice stronger, tinged with anger. “Why didn’t you tell me?”He opened his mouth as if to explain, then hesitated, his gaze shifting. “Astrid, this book… it’s fake,” he said, forcing a steady tone. “Whatever you think you’ve read in here, it’s not real.”A cold, hard anger flared inside me. I already found out about this thing that he is hiding from me and he still dare
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