Dumped Omega? Now Their Alpha King Begs at My Feet novel Chapter 59

Valerie's POV

He stood up, and I watched him, my fork still in my hand. For a second, I thought the meal was over, that the political part of the evening was about to begin.

He led the way from the glass platform back into the main part of the restaurant. I followed him, my mind racing.

This wasn't what I expected. The conversation at dinner… it had been easy. Normal, even.

He didn't probe for weaknesses in my pack's defenses. He didn't try to subtly pressure me about the marriage contract. He had asked about my designs. About me.

No one had ever done that before.

To the Blackwoods, my designing was a stupid hobby, a waste of time. My real family didn't even know about it. It was a secret part of me I had kept hidden just to survive.

But Kai had talked about it like it mattered. He had researched it. He asked specific, smart questions.

He had made me feel… seen.

He led me to a heavy, dark wood door I hadn't noticed before, tucked away in a corner of the restaurant. He opened it and gestured for me to go inside.

I stepped into a library. It was a huge, circular room, the walls lined from floor to ceiling with ancient-looking books. In the center of the room, on a large wooden table, lay three very old, leather-bound texts.

They were the books he had promised.

"Here they are," he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet space.

I walked toward the table, my fingers itching to touch them. I could feel the old magic humming from them, a faint, thrumming energy.

"This one," he said, pointing to the largest of the three books, "describes the transfer of energy. The cost of using the golden power."

I could smell his scent, a clean, sharp mix of pine and cold mountain air. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Every time he moved, my eyes followed him.

This was dangerous. This feeling was so much more dangerous than any political trap.

He saw the look on my face. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips.

"The books are yours to study, of course," he said, his voice a low purr. "But I think we've had enough business for one night."

He gestured toward a set of tall glass doors on the far side of the library.

"It's a clear night," he said. "Come. I want to show you the view."

He opened the doors, and a rush of cool, clean mountain air filled the room.