Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Auren POV❞

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dropped open to the floor so hard that I was surprised it didn't rollaway across the tiles. By

the time I collected it. Alpha Lucien was already wearing a kitchen apron. With those strong arms that could rip several woolves in pieces, those thighs that looked like pillars and those claws that could snap someone's neck in a second, he looked falarious.

The sight was so unexpected that I couldn't stop staring at Alpha Lucien, the terrifying growing leader of this pack, as he stood there adjusting the strings of an apron with a cartoon teddy bear smack in the middle. His sharp features were as serious as ever, but the image of him wearing something

soft made my brain short-circuit.

"Did you listen to what I just said?" he snapped "Are you going to gawk all day?" he asked, his tone clipped, but his ears turned faintly red.

"1" I licked my lips. "What did you say?"

The raised his eyebrow. Then in an intimidating voice said, "Go to your room and lie down. I'll get it for you."

I didn't argue with him, so I just turned sharply and botted to my room. But the clanging of pots and pans made me sit up from where I was curled on the bed. My stomach grumbled faintly, and I was trying not to think about how hungry I was. I wondered if I should have gone back to the kitchen. The sound increased to the level that I knew 1 had to do something, before the whole place turned into a disaster before the cooks jenumed. So I stood and walked back.

Ala Lucien was standing his towering frame filling the space as he leaned over a pot, a spoon in one hand and a cookbook in the other

He was frowning. Deeply

Alpha I

asked softly, stepping

of bed!" he barked, his voice

soup," I said, stepping closer. "I could

weak. You'll rest"

and

at the small

were chaotic,

certain soup didn't require frying He opened the fridge, stared at its contents, and pulled out what looked like a jar of jam. Soon, the kitchen was a warzone. Chopped vegetables hered the counter,

his hands on a towel, smudging them further, and turned

of me. "Soup" When he placed it in front of me, my eyeballs bulged. It looked like someone

sid politely, cringing inside.

interesting." I

his arms and

picked up the spoon and took a cautious sip. From the moment the spoon touched my tongue, my eyes welled with tears. The soup tasted like somarone had boded gym socks in dishwater and added a handful of spices just to make it worse. My taste buds recoiled in horror, but Lucien was watching me with those

lips twitched into what I

my voice a little

he was holding it. "Go

my face heating up.

"You're rating aw

arrowing his eyes.

slow," he

spoon halbway to my mouth. "I'm just..

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