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It's been seven years since he rejected me
to be with an alpha female. It's been four years since
I left my pack. Finally after much persuasion, I decided to come back, well-just for the annual summer alpha gala...
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"I'm going to get some sleep." Sebastian grumbles as he holds his hurt arm to his side and goes up the stairs. "How can an old woman fucking beat me like that." he mumbles to himself in disbelief.
She beat both of us. At least Sebastian put up a fight, she wiped the floor with me. I couldn't even come close to her to land a hit.
I chuckle as I follow him up and go to my room. I have a quick shower before I dress up and enter the kitchen to make a sandwich. I grab the jar of nutella, a plate, a knife and bread and place them on the kitchen counter to start making my yummy goodness when Casper enters the kitchen.
"Hey." He murmurs as he snakes his arms around my waist from behind and kisses my shoulder. I smile. "Hey back to you."
"How was training with Dakota?"
I groan and throw my head back. He spins me around and steps back to watch me with a smile on his face "It was so bad. She had Sebastian and I fight her and for an old woman, she sure can kick ass. I wasn't even able to land one hit on her."
He chuckles "I could fight with you if you want."
"No thanks. I'm not trying to get my ass handed to me twice." I groan.
He looks over my shoulder to the incredible ingredients of the world renowned famous nutella sandwich. He frowns, "And you're gonna survive on that for the rest of the afternoon?"
I shrug.
"I told you yesterday that I couldn't cook. Didn't you listen to what I said last night. I would survive on crackers if it ever came down to it."
He starts moving around the kitchen "Trust me, I listened to every single thing you said last night. Luckily for you, I don't want you to starve." He tells me and flips the pot before placing it on the stove.
"A man after my own heart." I say and we both grin.
"Do you have an idea on what to cook?" I ask as I stand on the tip of my toes, trying to peer over his shoulder.
"I could make you the pesto pasta with roasted asparagus" "Michelin star. Nice."
"Or I could bake something"
"You didn't tell me that you also baked. Where did you have time to hone your culinary skills?"
He shrugs, "I don't know. Maybe the Moon goddess knew she'd send me someone who couldn't cook to save her life." He says and starts moving around the kitchen collecting ingredients.
"My grandparents would love you."
He chuckles "why?"
"You can cook." I exclaim, "Who doesn't like a man that can cook?"
"Can't argue with that."
"God I used to be so fat as a child. My grandparents would stuff me with so much food. I always felt like hansel and gretel, getting prepped for a witch."
