Chapter 0059

OLIVIA

After I left the hall, I walked into the library. I want to learn more about the Lycans and how they fought, trained, and, more importantly, learn about their strength.

I first went over to the computer and typed in one word, "lycan" several titles came up on the screen. My eyes landed on one title, "Lycan history" I found the book's placement number and went to the bookshelves and found the book.

I walked over to one of the big lounge chairs and sat down comfortably before opening the book. Already from the first page, I could see that the book was ancient and that the pages were fragile. So I was careful when turning the pages. The first few pages were some information about lycan ranks, from the poorest ones to the royal ones. Under the lowest-ranked Lycans, the werewolves were shown. This very clearly shows that Lycans thought werewolves weren't worth anything, not even to work for them. I ponder about this for a second because had they been more accepting, they might not have been extinguished.

next page makes me gasp. There is a picture of a king, and if I didn't know any better, I would have thought it was Logan. The man in this picture looks like him with the same facial features, hair, and eyes. When I read the text under the image, it says that the picture is of the very first Lycan king, that had existed almost a thousand years ago. It also says that his people very much loved him and his Lycan. Slowly reading through the old pages, I come to something

he did is wrong and something that he should never have done. If he keeps doing stuff like this, I will be scared to leave the crown to him. His mother

girl. All because she didn't willingly want to sleep within. My old heart and soul cry for the girl and her destined mate. And so that he wasn't a lycan, she wanted to accept him, and her parents were happy for her. But now. I can't see how to

his son had done, though I can imagine from the words he wrote. I feel sorry for the King at writing this. Because he actually

is plotting my death. He is tired of waiting for me to hand over the crown. But our people are not happy with him. They fear him and hate

him see what he does is wrong. When he just laughed at the girl, when she came told him her daughter was his child. And looking at the little girl, there was no doubt. He refused and called her things that made my heart cry for the girl and the child. He sent her away, telling her this bastard

her family's house and apologized for my son's behavior. I met my granddaughter. What a precious and sweet little girl. Since finding out, I have a granddaughter, I have sent them money to make their life a little easier. I hope she will

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