Anarchy: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (The Library of the Profane Book 3), page 1
ANARCHY
JB TREPAGNIER
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CONTENTS
The Profane World
1. Ripley
2. Felix
3. Balthazar
4. Ripley
5. Reyson
6. Gabriel
7. Bram
8. Ripley
9. Balthazar
10. Ripley
11. Felix
12. Reyson
13. Bram
14. Balthazar
15. Gabriel
16. Ripley
17. Reyson
18. Felix
19. Ripley
20. Bram
21. Gabriel
22. Ripley
23. Reyson
24. Ripley
25. Bram
26. Ripley
27. Felix
28. Bram
29. Ripley
30. Reyson
31. Ripley
32. Gabriel
33. Reyson
34. Bram
35. Ripley
36. Ripley
37. Bram
38. Ripley
39. Balthazar
40. Felix
41. Ripley
42. Bram
43. Ripley
44. Ripley
45. Reyson
46. Bram
47. Ripley
48. Ripley
49. Reyson
50. Felix
51. Balthazar
Epilogue
Afterword
ANARCHY
Well, that certainly sucks!
We freed Talvath, and then we lost Talvath. And the bastard took Bram with him. For all we know,
he’s back in Hell building an army to destroy my library. According to Balthazar, Silvaria and Dorian
are on their way back to the US now that he’s liberated a large sum of money from their bank
accounts. Kaine and the Paranormal Investigation Bureau will be waiting for them.
I know Silvaria, though. She thinks she has a god under her control. She’s going to want Reyson at the
bank with her. I swear to Lilith, if she breaks my library, I’m going to kill her twice. After that, I’m
going to let Reyson and Balthazar get creative, and then if Bram ever comes back, I’ll unleash him on
what’s left over.
No one messes with my library.
THE PROFANE WORLD
Innocent blood had been split. What could atone for that? Ah! for that, there was no atonement;
but though forgiveness was impossible, forgetfulness was possible still, and he was determined to
forget, to stamp the thing out, to crush it as one would crush the adder that had stung one.
-The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
1
RIPLEY
Ihad been blissfully sleeping off an orgasm high, thinking we were going to save the world. That
is, until I had three men crashing into my bedroom, waking me up like something had gone to
shit. Felix was with them, so I knew it had. He knew better than to come charging into my
bedroom when I was naked with a man. He didn’t do it when he was stuck as a house cat, and he
wasn’t about to do it now. Felix would have stopped Balthazar and Gabriel unless something bad had
happened.
They’d all seen my tits before, and I wasn’t remotely ashamed of them. I bolted to a sitting
position to find out what the actual fuck was going on. Reyson didn’t strike me as a prude, and he’d
always seemed totally fine with sharing me with all of them. He still yanked the blanket back up to
cover me. What was that about?
“This is important, and your magnificent breasts are distracting,” Reyson said.
Felix threw a shirt at my face.
“You both might want to get dressed. Bram and Talvath are gone.”
“What the fuck? Did they say why?” I asked.
“No,” Gabriel said. “Talvath was still passed out, and Bram was resting when we went to see if
Dorian hid any clues in his other fake painting. There wasn’t a map. The reason Bram was weak and
Talvath never woke up was because there were more of those demon sigils hidden in the painting.
Talvath probably woke up as soon as we destroyed them and took Bram home. He has a healthy
reason to distrust people here. This is bad, Ripley. We have no way of contacting them to explain
anything or wave a white flag.”
Maybe they didn’t. I wanted Bram to stay. We all did. I had a feeling something like this might
happen, and I might have to wear Bram down, asking to come back. So the night we stayed up all
night chatting, I stole his cell phone out of his pocket and programmed my number in. He asked for
mine and put his number in as well. For some reason, I couldn’t get a cell phone reception in the
library's basement, but he said I could contact him in Hell.
“I have his cell phone. Let me text him.”
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and noticed I had a message from Ravyn. She sent me a
selfie with Killian. Okay, I had to respond to this one.
Ripley:
Bitch, why is your hair red? I love it!
Ravyn:
Valentine has been doing a dig in Norway and Ireland. He found a secret burial chamber for the
Cult of the Aether Sisters. He’s bringing me presents.
Ripley:
And what do we say when stupid wolf archaeologists show up bearing cursed objects?
Ravyn:
Add to cart?
Ripley:
Take what he’s bringing and send him on his way. He’s not worth it.
He wasn’t. Valentine was an idiot. He tried to cosplay Indiana Jones super hard. He didn’t even
know how to use the fucking whip he wore on his waist. Ravyn fell hard when she first got hired at
the museum. Valentine didn’t give me any reason to dislike him at first, but I still did.
He kept trying to get her to get me to stock his books at the Library of the Profane. So I tried
reading one, and it was terrible. A first hand account of an archaeologist discovering ancient treasure
or lost objects would have been something I would have loved to have stocked. Except that wasn’t
what he wrote. His books were more about how he fucked his way through the local women and
avoided fights with the men who were pissed off about it.
Ravyn thought it would be different with her and that they had something special. He left for a dig
and barely called or texted. Valentine didn’t immediately come back to her either. He did, however,
send her a signed advanced copy of the book he wrote about that dig detailing all the many ways he
cheated on her while he was gone.
That was about the time Ravyn decided men had cooties and should be avoided. I’d long come to
that conclusion but would use them to scratch an itch. That was, until my library sent me an amazing
group of them. I had a feeling the same was going to happen to Ravyn if she didn’t get caught up with
stupid wolfy archaeologists who happened to be deathly hot, bringing Ravyn her favorite things in this
world but couldn’t stay faithful if his life depending on it.
Ravyn didn’t respond back. She didn’t really have a habit of listening to me when it came to men.
I didn’t blame her because I did the exact same thing to her. I just hoped she didn’t get totally dick
stupid around Valentine this time because Killian was right there and would treat her like a queen.
It usually wouldn’t have mattered what time of night it was. If my sister sent me a selfie of new
hair because that asshole was back in the picture, I would have walked over to her cottage and beaten
her with something from her dildo collection until she saw sense. The dildo beating was going to
have to wait because we might all die.
“Ravyn dyed her hair red because Valentine is back,” I said to Felix.
“Should we get a curse ready?”
Balthazar cupped his crotch.
“If you’re going for the dick, make sure he deserves it.”
“This one does,” Felix said. “He’s written several books about his inability to stay faithful. Ravyn
thought they were in a relationship, and he sent her a signed copy of his latest with all the times he
cheated on her when he was out of the country.”
“Oh, yeah, then I’m all about cursing his dick.”
Reyson put his hand on my shoulder.
“I can see se
“We need to contact Bram and make sure Talvath isn’t coming back here with an army to kill us
all.”
“Yeah, not dying is right up there with keeping my twin away from that asshole wolf. Give me two
minutes.”
I scrolled to Bram’s name on my phone. What was I supposed to say? Sorry, we brought a
painting into the library that hurt you? How were we even supposed to know that? Dorian Gray
shouldn’t know that kind of shit. Yeah, we could say all of this was Silvaria since she was a witch
with magic, but not every witch knew how to put magic into a painting.
Gabriel was the only one I knew. There were classes for that at the Academy of the Profane, but I
didn’t really know anyone who took them. Most people who went to the academy were uber
ambitious. They didn’t focus on hobbies or things that brought them joy. They didn’t think there was a
career in the arts, either.
Personally, I would have loved to have taken a few classes and learned how to do what Gabriel
did, but I could barely piece together a stick man, and I didn’t want to take a hit to my GPA when I
was utterly miserable at it.
Silvaria was big on owning expensive art, but she didn’t appreciate it. She just wanted people at
her mansion commenting on it. She had no reason to own a landscape like the one we stole from the
shipping container. It wasn’t old and was done by someone famous. Gabriel thought it looked like one
of Hitler’s landscapes.
Silvaria wasn’t around then, but Dorian was. Silvaria was a lot of things. She was pretty fucking
evil when it came to getting what she wanted. She was also this massive snob. Silvaria looked her
nose down at everyone. I was sure she viewed what she was doing as the greater good.
Silvaria wouldn’t be caught dead owning a painting that someone would say looked like Hitler
did it. Not even if it was in a secret shipping container and hid demon sigils. No, if Silvaria wanted a
magical painting commissioned with demonic sigils, she wouldn’t have commissioned this.
This was all Dorian, which raised a lot of questions. And I still hadn’t figured out what to say to
Bram. When we stayed up all night talking, it was easy.
“Guys, what do I say to him?”
Gabriel put his hand on my knee.
“Bram knows the truth. He knows we took that painting because it was our best shot at taking
down Dorian. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the supplies to decode the painting in the shipping
container, and even if I had, they would have been in more trouble if we stayed there than getting them
and the painting back to the library.”
“We don’t know about demon magic, Ripley,” Felix said. “The only reason you could help
Gabriel after the fight at the shipping container was that Old Scratch had to do community service at
the academy. Talvath could have brought them both home to heal. It could be nothing, and they’ll be
back ready to help when they are ready.”
We were in deep shit. Felix didn’t care about anyone’s feelings. He certainly didn’t care about
mine when it came to certain things. If Felix was trying to make me feel better, it meant things were
way too dire to be mean about it.
“Shit. It’s that bad,” I grumped, staring at the blank message on my phone.
“It can be,” Reyson said. “The possibilities are dire unless you get a message to Bram.”
Shit. No pressure. I’d better get this right.
Ripley:
Bram, I swear we didn’t know about the painting until Gabriel used magic on it. Are you okay?
We stayed up and waited for him to answer. I swear I’d been ghosted by guys plenty of times
before, and it didn’t bother me anymore. This was different. I liked Bram. I wanted him here where he
wasn’t property. I needed to know he was safe.
We all needed to know Talvath wasn’t coming back with an army of demons to kill us all.
2
FELIX
Ihadn’t stopped being Ripley’s familiar now that I had my body back, and we were lovers. I had
more options for helping her now, but I couldn’t help with this. Ripley was a powerful witch. I’d
made sure of that. I had no doubts she’d be able to stop Dorian and Silvaria once we found them.
She’d probably be able to talk Bram through convincing Talvath not to bring an army of demons
here over text. Ripley could handle any threat to her library. Fuck, she was managing Reyson and
Balthazar just fine.
It was Ravyn and Bram that I couldn’t help her with. Ripley was just as snarky as I was, but I
knew she gave a shit about the people she cared about. I wasn’t Ravyn’s familiar, but I knew her well.
Ravyn was smart as fuck and a badass in her own right, but Valentine had always been her weakness.
I didn’t want to see her get hurt.
Bram was another story. It wasn’t just Ripley that wanted him here. It wasn’t just that we all
thought he should be free. He belonged here with us. Bram just clicked. He was a part of our coven.
It was natural for Ripley, Gabriel, and me to accept him for his strengths and personality. Reyson
and Balthazar weren’t witches, but they felt the same. Something told me when most gods had decided
on a wife, they didn’t want to share. Vampires were generally solitary until they found their one true
love, though Balthazar seemed to love everyone.
We all had a vested interest in bringing Bram into this with us, though most of our reasons differed
totally from Reyson’s. Reyson was still super curious about shifter dick.
Bram still hadn’t answered Ripley’s text, and I was stressing just as much as she was. Was he
okay? I chatted with Bram and got to know him. By all accounts, Talvath treated him well and never
abused him. They had given Bram an education and everything he could possibly want. He didn’t
have to come back right away if he was on Earth collecting a soul.
Still, that was before. Talvath had gone through some horrific shit in that shipping container. We
trusted nothing from Hell until Bram told us their side of things. I still didn’t, even if I trusted Bram.
Hell probably didn’t trust us either. We made deals with them, and we constantly tried to get out of it.
Demons probably heard us ask for all kinds of terrible shit.
Would he hold it against Bram that he worked with us? Talvath wouldn’t have made it out of that
shipping container if it weren’t for us, but did he know that? Or did he think we befriended Bram and
broke him out because we were worse than Silvaria and Dorian?
“They could be getting medical treatment,” Gabriel said. “If Ripley hadn’t cooked me that food,
I’d still be in bed with almost no energy. We don’t know enough about those sigils. Just being away
from them might not be enough. They might be seeing a healer.”
That was also a possibility. Every witch or warlock in this room had depleted their magic before
and had to recover. Balthazar could get knocked on his ass if he fed on a hardcore drug user. I was
sure Reyson had some weakness, but he wasn’t about to tell any of us what it was.
“I talked to Bram a lot,” Balthazar said. “He wanted to stay here with us, but he really cared for
Talvath and thought he should help him. Bram was weak but awake before he disappeared. I think
even if he were in a demon hospital or caring for Talvath, he would have kept his phone on him just in
case.”
“Maybe not,” Reyson said. “These cellular devices are intriguing, but I’ve never seen Bram glued
to his like Balthazar is. If Ripley had never messaged him before, he might have forgotten her number
was in his phone. He might think he has no way of contacting us. Think about it. Bram belongs to
Talvath. I doubt he uses it to contact many people. He might not be checking his phone because he’s
with Talvath and has forgotten Ripley’s number is in his phone.”
That was also logical. Reyson and I were the only ones in our group without cell phones. I had a
feeling Reyson was going to get one and go totally miserable with social media fame. He was a god,
and we certainly weren’t kissing his ass. He was going to have to get that from somewhere. He said
