Bride of the Cursed Alpha - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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Auren POV
My mouth dropped open to the floor so hard that I was surprised it didn’t roll away 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 wolves in pieces, those thighs that looked like pillars and those claws that could snap someone’s neck in a second, he looked hilarious.
The sight was so unexpected that I couldn’t stop staring at Alpha Lucien, the terrifying, growling 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 so… 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.
“I—” I licked my lips. “What did you say?”
He 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 bolted 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 I had to do something, before the whole place turned into a disaster before the cooks returned. So I stood and walked back.
Alpha 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 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—”
“No,” he said firmly and turned. “You’re too weak. You’ll rest.”
I 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 muttered 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 littered the counter, along with stray splashes of soup. A spoon had somehow landed on the floor, and there was a faint smell of something burning.
Finally, after what felt like forever, he 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 bowl in front of me. “Soup.” When he placed it in front of me, my eyeballs bulged. It looked like someone had murdered the vegetables.
“It looks… interesting,” I said politely, cringing inside.
He crossed his arms and watched me 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 someone had boiled 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’s… great,” I managed, my voice a little too hoarse.
He took a deep breath like he was holding it. “Go on. Eat it all.”
The second bite was worse. My throat seemed 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 concoction.
“You’re eating awfully slow,” he remarked, narrowing his eyes.
I froze, spoon halfway to my mouth. “I’m just… savoring it.”
Lucien grunted, clearly pleased with himself, while I internally begged the Moon Goddess for strength. Each swallow was like a battle, but I soldiered on until I finished it all.
Looking ultra satisfied, he opened his apron, discarded it somewhere and walked out of the kitchen. I literally jumped out of the chair and ran to clean my tongue with water. However, I was in the midst of it when I heard a familiar honeyed voice. “Alpha Lucien.”
I froze in my place. It was Sable Brown. As I wiped myself, I heard her coming towards him. I tiptoed to the main hall.
“You had left the charity event so early. I thought I’d ask you if you were feeling well,” she said as she came to stand next to him, and craned her neck to see him.
Lucien frowned lightly. “I’m perfectly well, Sable.” He saw me from the corner of his eye. “Auren wasn't well, and so I had to return.”
“Oh!” Sable’s head snapped toward me. “I can understand. She is an omega breeder. What can you expect from a breeder? If it is okay with you, I can help her with her diet. I am a nutritionist and I can write a great meal plan for her.” She lifted her hand to place it on his chest. “She is here to give birth to your heir. After that, the curse will claim her. But until then she has to stay healthy.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “After that, I am here to take care of you and your heir.”
Lucien’s brows furrowed and his expression darkened. He took a step back, making her hand fall down abruptly. He walked to me, held my hand and brought me with him to stand in front of Sable. Curling his hand around my waist possessively, he said in a dangerous voice, “Are you telling me that my Luna is going to die soon? Or are you saying that I can't take care of her?”
Sable paled. “Alpha Lucien, n—”
He put his hand up to stop her. “I just made soup for Auren, and she loved it.” He looked at me. “Isn't it?” When I nodded, he said to Sable, “See I don’t need a nutritionist.”
Sable blushed so hard that I felt like giggling but pursed my lips to stop myself. “I’m sorry that I offended you, Alpha Lucien,” she apologized.
“You may leave, Sable. Auren needs to rest.” Saying that, Lucien grabbed my hand and walked me to the stairs towards my room. I could feel Sable’s eyes burning a hole in my back. But I felt… happy.
Never in my life, for the love of the goddess, did I expect what happened next.
My mouth dropped open to the floor so hard that I was surprised it didn’t roll away 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 wolves in pieces, those thighs that looked like pillars and those claws that could snap someone’s neck in a second, he looked hilarious.
The sight was so unexpected that I couldn’t stop staring at Alpha Lucien, the terrifying, growling 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 so… 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.
“I—” I licked my lips. “What did you say?”
He 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 bolted 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 I had to do something, before the whole place turned into a disaster before the cooks returned. So I stood and walked back.
Alpha 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 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—”
“No,” he said firmly and turned. “You’re too weak. You’ll rest.”
I 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 muttered 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 littered the counter, along with stray splashes of soup. A spoon had somehow landed on the floor, and there was a faint smell of something burning.
Finally, after what felt like forever, he 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 bowl in front of me. “Soup.” When he placed it in front of me, my eyeballs bulged. It looked like someone had murdered the vegetables.
“It looks… interesting,” I said politely, cringing inside.
He crossed his arms and watched me 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 someone had boiled 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’s… great,” I managed, my voice a little too hoarse.
He took a deep breath like he was holding it. “Go on. Eat it all.”
The second bite was worse. My throat seemed 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 concoction.
“You’re eating awfully slow,” he remarked, narrowing his eyes.
I froze, spoon halfway to my mouth. “I’m just… savoring it.”
Lucien grunted, clearly pleased with himself, while I internally begged the Moon Goddess for strength. Each swallow was like a battle, but I soldiered on until I finished it all.
Looking ultra satisfied, he opened his apron, discarded it somewhere and walked out of the kitchen. I literally jumped out of the chair and ran to clean my tongue with water. However, I was in the midst of it when I heard a familiar honeyed voice. “Alpha Lucien.”
I froze in my place. It was Sable Brown. As I wiped myself, I heard her coming towards him. I tiptoed to the main hall.
“You had left the charity event so early. I thought I’d ask you if you were feeling well,” she said as she came to stand next to him, and craned her neck to see him.
Lucien frowned lightly. “I’m perfectly well, Sable.” He saw me from the corner of his eye. “Auren wasn't well, and so I had to return.”
“Oh!” Sable’s head snapped toward me. “I can understand. She is an omega breeder. What can you expect from a breeder? If it is okay with you, I can help her with her diet. I am a nutritionist and I can write a great meal plan for her.” She lifted her hand to place it on his chest. “She is here to give birth to your heir. After that, the curse will claim her. But until then she has to stay healthy.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “After that, I am here to take care of you and your heir.”
Lucien’s brows furrowed and his expression darkened. He took a step back, making her hand fall down abruptly. He walked to me, held my hand and brought me with him to stand in front of Sable. Curling his hand around my waist possessively, he said in a dangerous voice, “Are you telling me that my Luna is going to die soon? Or are you saying that I can't take care of her?”
Sable paled. “Alpha Lucien, n—”
He put his hand up to stop her. “I just made soup for Auren, and she loved it.” He looked at me. “Isn't it?” When I nodded, he said to Sable, “See I don’t need a nutritionist.”
Sable blushed so hard that I felt like giggling but pursed my lips to stop myself. “I’m sorry that I offended you, Alpha Lucien,” she apologized.
“You may leave, Sable. Auren needs to rest.” Saying that, Lucien grabbed my hand and walked me to the stairs towards my room. I could feel Sable’s eyes burning a hole in my back. But I felt… happy.
Never in my life, for the love of the goddess, did I expect what happened next.
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