The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 118

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Chapter 65: Cruel Alpha, Tender Mate–2

I leaned against the doorframe, unable to suppress my smile. “I’m enjoying the view.”

He turned then, his ice–blue eyes warming as they took in my disheveled appearance. His gaze lingered on my bare legs before returning to my face.

“Hungry?” he asked, his voice deeper than usual.

“Starving,” I admitted, moving closer to inspect what he was cooking.

My eyes widened as I realized he had prepared all my favorite dishes: blanched vegetables with herb seasoning, pepper–crusted ribs, spicy garlic shrimp, and winter melon bone broth soup.

“How did you know these are my favorites?” I asked, genuinely surprised.

Connor’s lips curved into a small smile. “I pay attention, Liv.”

Something about the simple statement made my heart flutter. How many people in my life had truly paid attention to what I liked and disliked?

“I didn’t know the big bad Alpha could cook,” I teased, my amber eyes sparkling with

affection.

Connor flipped the shrimp with expert precision. “There are many things you don’t know about me yet. I only show this side to you.”

The implication behind his words–that I was special, that what we shared was unique–made me blush again.

“Well, I’m impressed,” I said, reaching for a piece of pepper–crusted rib. “These look

amazing.”

Connor gently swatted my hand away. “Patience, little wolf. Everything will be ready in five minutes.”

I pouted playfully but obeyed, setting the table instead. The domesticity of the moment wasn’t lost on me–how natural it felt to move around each other in the small kitchen, preparing to share a meal.

When we finally sat down to eat, I couldn’t help but moan at the first bite. “This is

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incredible. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

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“Dorothy Jenkins,” Connor replied, his eyes watching my reaction carefully. “I used to

visit her after she moved back to her hometown. She taught me your mother’s

favorite recipes.”

The mention of Dorothy–my mother’s former cook–and the connection to my

mother made my throat tighten with emotion.

“You visited Grandma Dorothy?” I asked softly, remembering the kind woman who

had been like a grandmother to me.

Connor nodded, his expression gentle. “She missed you. Said you stopped visiting

after…”

“After my mother died,” I finished quietly.

We ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, the food bringing back bittersweet

memories of my childhood.

“These taste exactly like hers,” I finally said, my voice thick with emotion. “Thank you,

“What do you mean they took her alive?” I hissed, my violet eyes flashing with fury.

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