Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers-Chapter 580: First Look Into The Record Book (I)

Evaline:

When I picked up the tote bag back in Kieran’s office earlier in the evening, I already knew the record book inside would be massive.

I mean, the bag itself had been heavy... unnecessarily heavy for something that was supposed to be a book. Even then, nothing could have prepared me for the sheer reality of it.

Now, sitting on my bed with the bag open in front of me, I finally understood why River had chosen a tote instead of simply handing it to me like a normal book.

I slid my hands inside the bag and wrapped my fingers around the spine, bracing myself before pulling it out.

The moment the book emerged, my breath hitched.

It wasn’t just big.

It was Huge.

The leather cover was dark... almost silver-black... with edges worn smooth by time. The spine was wide enough that my hand couldn’t fully wrap around it. Faint markings were etched into the leather, not decorative exactly, but deliberate, as if each line had been carved with purpose rather than aesthetics in mind.

The book landed on my bed with a soft but heavy thud, the mattress dipping slightly under its weight.

I just stared at it.

For a few long seconds, I forgot where I was. Forgot the dorm room, the late hour, even the exhaustion tugging at my bones.

This wasn’t just a record book.

This was history.

"Stars-" Rowan’s voice cut through the silence. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

I looked up just in time to see him sitting upright on his bed, eyes wide as he stared at the book like it might suddenly grow legs and walk away.

That was what finally pulled me out of my own shock.

He climbed down from his bed immediately, crossing the barely two-step distance between us and leaning closer to inspect the massive tome.

"Eva," he breathed, then read aloud, his fingers hovering just above the cover, "Records of Silver Healing."

I smiled despite myself at his reaction.

He straightened and slowly turned to look at me, his expression caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.

"That’s... about your healing power, isn’t it?" he asked, though the title alone had already answered the question. He knew about my power, and he also knew about my Silver Wolf bloodline.

I nodded. "It is."

He let out a low whistle. "That explains a lot."

I shifted on the bed and explained, "It was written by the previous healers of the my bloodline. Generations of them. It eventually ended up locked away in the council’s archives, but they haven’t even bothered to look at it for the past two decades."

Rowan frowned slightly at that, then after a moment, shook his head.

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "the council leaving it alone might actually be a good thing."

I blinked. "You think so?"

"Yeah," he replied without hesitation. "Think about it. Whatever secrets your bloodline kept... whatever knowledge this book holds... it stayed protected. Hidden. Just like your ancestors wanted. If the council had dug into it, who knows what would have been dragged into the light or used for political reasons."

I considered his words.

"...You are right," I admitted quietly.

As much as it frustrated me that the council had neglected something so important, there was a strange comfort in knowing that the knowledge remained untouched, preserved exactly as the Silver Wolf healers intended.

Rowan gestured toward the book with a half-smile. "That thing looks like it’s carrying centuries of knowledge. So... good luck with that."

I snorted. "Very encouraging."

He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Also, just so you know... you have exactly one hour."

I followed his gaze and groaned internally. It was already nearing ten.

"We have Lunar Energy and Moon Cycles at five in the morning," Rowan continued. "Which means you need to wake up by four-thirty at the latest. If you stay up too late, you are going to regret it."

"I know," I muttered.

"And," he added pointedly, "this isn’t just any book. You are the kind of person who forgets the world exists when you start reading."

"That is not-"

"I’ll be keeping an eye on you," he finished calmly.

I shot him a glare. "You are being a dad."

Rowan grinned as he climbed back onto his bed. "I’d happily take that title if it means keeping you in check."

I scoffed. "All you men in my life enjoy bossing me around in the name of ’caring.’"

He chuckled, pulling his blanket up. "We have to. You are terrible at stopping yourself."

"I swear," I continued dramatically, "I’m going to make sure Lioren doesn’t end up like you or his fathers. The last thing I need is my son growing up to be another overbearing menace."

Rowan laughed outright at that. "Good luck with that too."

I let out a sigh, but my lips curved into a fond smile despite myself.

Once the room settled into quiet again, I turned my attention back to the book and pulled it closer, resting it across my legs.

Up close, it felt even more imposing.

I ran my fingers slowly over the thick leather cover. And the moment I touched it, something stirred inside me.

Not painfully. Not violently.

Just... recognition.

My chest tightened slightly as a familiar hum brushed beneath my skin - subtle, almost shy, but undeniable. It was the same sensation I felt when I used my healing power, the same warmth that responded when I was near something deeply connected to me.

It was as if my blood recognized.

As if my power recognized the hands that had written these pages long before I was ever born.

I swallowed.

This book wasn’t just about the Silver Wolf bloodline.

It was part of it.

I took a steadying breath, the weight of the moment settling over me. Whatever answers I had been searching for - about my power, about its limits, about what it was becoming, about who I was and why - they were likely waiting inside these pages.

With one last glance toward Rowan, who was already absorbed in his own book, I turned my attention back to the tome.

My fingers slid beneath the cover.

The leather creaked softly as I opened it.