The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 94 Avery's POV The Nightwolf pack private library was stunning. Bennett, Gideon's father, showed me in with a curt nod and left me standing, mouth agape at the incredible space. The room was shaped as a round turret at one end of the pack house off of a wing | hadn't ventured down previously. Entering through the carved wooden doors placed me facing a broad marble fireplace that was as tall as | was. To each side bookshelves rose separated by palladium windows and columns that curved gracefully under a second floor balcony that ringed and looked down upon the center of the room.

A long curved couch dominated the floor in the center, flanked by overstuffed armchairs. Far above, the turret rounded into a glass-paned skylight cupola that gave a stunning view of the grey clouds overhead. Planters trailing ivy and hanging flowers cascaded down from the upper levels, intermingling with the towering shelves filled with leatherbound tomes. Far from the basement records room where | had started, and ---- the pack library where | had conducted previous research, this room was rich, opulent, and lush.

It was a jewel in the crown of Nightwolf power and a testament to the success generations of their family had brought to their territory. So why did they say they were cursed? Camila had referenced Gideon's demonblood, which | had already known a little bit about, from what Gideon had told me himself after the incident with the angelica flowers. What could this library tell me that | didn't already know? | hummed to myself and walked to the second floor by way of a sweeping staircase. If | was going to be looking for little known information, | would want to start where no one ever looked.

The records on the second level were musty and ill-used. | let my fingers skim along the spines as | read the titles. Genealogical records mainly, similar to the records | had been studying in the basement before the Gala, but these were enshrined in gorgeous calligraphied manuscripts that dated the family back for centuries. My fingers skipped over a gap in the tomes and I paused Something had been here, but was missing. | stuck my fingers in between the two larger books on either side and was surprised when they landed on something much smaller.

a child's diary. The small lock ---- and leather strap were still attached, but fell open when | lifted it out. Intrigued, | carried the diary down to the couch below and settled in to read. There was no name on the cover, but as | read, it became clear who this must have belonged to. Had he hid it here, himself, in the expectation that

trail ride today but Mother said | needed to stay in the training grounds and perfect my form..." said one entry. Another, "12th birthday today, | went to play in the woods by myself again. Father said that it's not good

time today and when my parents saw my wolf they told me to return to the house immediately. Did | do something wrong? "| feel strange, is this not what a wolf is supposed to feel like? Is ---- it supposed to be this hard to control? No one will

wolf form never manifesting... | needed to learn more. | needed to talk to Gideon about what I'd found. The Full Moon was over and the pack was still buzzing with gossip about Hudson's exile. When I let myself into Gideon's office he looked irritable and busy behind a stack of papers. "Avery." He said, tossing a pack of files onto a pile to the

found out about your demonblood. Tell me what will happen if you have children... if we have children." My plea fell into the silence of the room and | saw its ripples shake Gideon. When he raised his eyes to meet mine,