Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel 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

Lucien‘” I asked softly, stepping closer.

He spun around, almost dropping the spoon.. “Why are you out of bed!” he barked, his voice sharper than it needed to be

Alpha, I know how to make soup,” I said, stepping closer. “I could help—”

weak. You’ll rest”

he said firmly and turned. “You’re too weak.

1 blinked at his back, then quietly sat down at the small table, my hands folded in my lap.

The sounds that followed were chaotic, to say the least.

There was a loud crash, followed by a muntered curse. Then came the sound of something sizzling, though I was 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, along with stray splashes of soup. A spoon lud somehow landed on the floor, and there was a faint smell of something burning

Finally after what felt like forever, be poured the soup into a single bowl. He wiped his hands on a towel, smudging them further, and turned to me with a look of pure triumph

“Here” he said, setting the fowl in front of me. “Soup” When he placed it in front of me, my eyeballs bulged. It looked like someone had murdered the vegetables.

sid politely, cringing inside.

“It looks interesting.” I said politely,

He crossed his arms and watched ine expectantly,

So I 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 piercing eyes, his arms crossed like he’d just conquered the culinary world. He was waiting for my reaction with smug anticipation.

My lips twitched into what I hoped resembled a smile. “It

“It’s great,” I managed, my voice a little too hoarse,

He took a deep breathi like he was holding it. “Go on. Eat it all.”

The second bite was worse. My throat seeped to protest, but I forced it down, my face heating up. My eyes watered, and I had to fight the urge to cough. It felt like betrayal, swallowing that cONCOCTIONE

“You’re rating aw

arrowing his eyes.

g awfully slow,” he remarked, narrowi

Hroze, spoon halbway to my mouth. “I’m just.. Lavoring it

Lucien grunned, clearly pleased with himself, while I internally logged the Moon Goddess for strength. Each swallow was like a battle, but I soldiered on houl i brushed it all

“Tanking ultra satished, he opened his apron, discarded it somewhere and walked out of the kitchen. I literally jumped out of the chair and ran to

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