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With brawny arms, Ivailo seized me, dragging my trembling body to meet my destiny. He hurled me onto the icy floor of his private chamber, my eyes wide with fright as I gazed upward. I braced for death's embrace, but instead, he crouched, fisting my hair and wrenching a cry from my throat. His face hovered inches from mine, my heart's thunderous pounding surely audible to his keen ears. Despite my whimpers, his brute strength kept me pinned, awaiting whatever fate he planned for me in this cold, unforgiving place.

The man's ultimatum hung in the air between us, each word slow and deliberate. "You have two choices." His steely gaze bored into mine. "Either work for me or die." He let the threat marinate for a moment before continuing. "There is no escape."

His breath was warm and thick as it washed over my face, yet it held no malice. As much as he tried to seem menacing, I sensed he wouldn't actually hurt me if I acquiesced. Reluctantly, for the second time, I agreed to aid this pack. A sly smile spread across his lips and he released his grip, freeing me once more.

Although I despised it here and still struggled to believe this living nightmare was real, I did not wish to die. So I watched mutely as the man rose and beckoned me to follow him, leading us further into his dark world from which I longed to escape.

As Ivailo escorted me through the doorway, I was greeted by an expansive library filled to the brim with books. Towering shelves lined the walls, stacked high with thousands of leather-bound tomes and dusty manuscripts. I gazed around in awe, taking in the sheer magnitude of the collection. How could a werewolf have amassed such an impressive assemblage of literature, I wondered. Yet in that moment, I was reminded that werewolves and humans were not so different after all. We shared the same innate curiosity and desire for knowledge that compelled us to gather information, to read and to learn. This commonality had become increasingly clear to me over the course of my time here. While Ivailo's library was far more vast than my own, we were both drawn to the written word in the same profound way. As I followed him between the shelves, I felt a sense of kinship with this supposed monster who had revealed himself to be so human after all.

As I stood amid the dusty tomes and fading spines of the library's shelves, he selected two volumes with a flourish and pressed them into my hands. "Go back to your quarters and peruse these," he murmured, eyes glinting in the dim light. "They may prove enlightening." I glanced at the titles - one on combat, the other lycanthropy - and nodded mutely, clutching them to my chest as we left the musty confines of the library behind.

He escorted me through the moon-washed courtyard, his presence both guide and warden, ensuring I did not stray from the path back to my assigned room. At the door, I whispered a timid "Thank you," and was rewarded with a low chuckle as he let himself in uninvited.

"All packed?" he inquired, casting an appraising eye around my sparse belongings. I nodded, and he continued on casually. "I noticed you've become quite close with Valerie. As one of my most loyal betas, I charged her with keeping watch over you. I must admit I'm surprised to see you adjusting so readily to your new reality."

His words echoed through the room as I pondered the strange twists of fate that had brought me here, where moonlight ruled and legends walked as men.

With the Alpha gone, I found myself alone in the quiet room. Sleep eluded me as my mind buzzed with unanswered questions. I glanced at the leather-bound book on werewolves he had gifted me earlier. Unable to resist, I picked it up and began flipping through the worn pages.

The book was filled with intricate illustrations of werewolves in various forms along with detailed descriptions of their abilities, behaviors, and pack dynamics. I lost myself in the world described on those fragile pages, eagerly soaking up the rich history and lore around these misunderstood creatures. As I read late into the night, I gained a newfound appreciation for the complexity of the werewolf psyche that lay beneath their fierce exteriors. When exhaustion finally overtook me, the book slipped from my fingers as I drifted off, my dreams filled with the howls of distant packs.

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