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Ch. 108

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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 21.04.2026 04:33:35

Autumn, propped in its late, indecisive golds and damp relinquishment, gave way to a winter that did not so much arrive as seep in, through bricks and bones and pantry-shelves. The nights were long, and all day the wet wind gnawed; business at the bakery, however, grew only stranger.

Early mornings, bleary-eyed delivery boys would find offerings on the stoop—peculiar breads wound with cress and copper coins, single slipper orchid buds tucked into the scoring, loaves that, when sliced, spelled l
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  • Alpha’s Forbidden Mate   Ch. 117

    By the following morning, none of the prior rules applied, not in the city, not in the shanties, not even in the vacuum-sealed council buildings. Across every surface and interface, the bluebell inscribed itself, microbial code becoming a billion small miracles—sometimes benign, sometimes monstrous. Water meters failed first, creeping out digits that read like words from a fever dream; the notification boards at the schools flickered with scrolling recipes, blue-tinted, for breads that didn’t exist before yesterday. In the hospital ward, the long-term patients awoke in gasps, each with a new taste for something bitter and beautiful, and every time they wept it was because their bodies had finally remembered what it meant to want.On the river, Carolina watched the city buck and sway, and she felt herself almost splinter, so heady was the rush. For forty hours straight she baked and whittled, feeding the new hunger, trying so hard to keep up with what she’d made. Mira managed the incom

  • Alpha’s Forbidden Mate   Ch. 116

    At first, it went ignored. People in the city were used to strangeness—the light, the clouded rivers, the way certain insects clustered and then vanished overnight. The first blue wave that lapped at the riverside writhed like a living thing, but no one noticed, not even the mothers who washed bright linens in the shallows. It was only when the city’s children woke from sleep with tongues stained violet and a taste for honeyed bread that the elders grew nervous. Even then, they shrugged: another affliction, another round of quarantine. What difference did it make.By the third day, the city’s breath stuttered and reset. Entire trams stalled as conductors slipped into fugue, humming and tearing at their uniforms. Markets rang with laughter and argument, but the faces above the produce bins were strangely calm, intent only on the sensations of the moment. It was everywhere, a gentle sweep, unhurried and unstoppable: the starter touching all it could and remaking the world according to i

  • Alpha’s Forbidden Mate   Ch. 115

    She woke before the others, mouth crusted with yeast and the taste of ozone. In the little bedroom, the twins lay entangled, palms pressed together, Mira snoring softly on the thin mattress between them. Xander had a foot in the open mini-fridge, a stubborn curl of bluebell spreading from the wound on his leg. Someone had spilled coffee on the floor, pooling into a map of old city boundaries.Carolina rolled from the cot, her body humming with yesterday’s residue: a sharp hunger, a restless need to move. She rinsed out her mouth at the rusted bathroom sink and watched her reflection fragment in the mirror’s cracks. Under her skin, the starter ran its wild circuitry—tiny neurons rekindling, old pain slots emptying out. The council’s hunger had never felt more distant. Anything was possible. There was a name for it, she thought, a word that meant to shed the last traces of slumber, but she couldn’t remember it. Mostly what she felt was light.She dressed in threadbare black, collecting

  • Alpha’s Forbidden Mate   Ch. 114

    The city’s skin was the color of overproof gin at sunrise, pale blue bleeding into orange, all the glass-faced towers shot through with the aftermath of what Carolina had done. By the time she emerged from the stairwell onto the roof, Mira was already perched on the ledge, hair tied in a fist at the crown of her head, cigarette burning dangerously close to the filter. Carolina set the starter jar down next to her, careful. "It’s still alive?" Mira didn’t look at her, but the question was genuine."I think so. Too stubborn to quit." Carolina nudged the jar, watched the slurry inside it swirl and settle, bubbles rising like swimming snakes to the surface. From up here, she could see the city already recalibrating to the new world: motes of people cluster-fucking toward some imagined stability, traffic reforming around a pile-up, drones ferrying crates between rooftop pads. Mira exhaled smoke, made a noise in her throat. "They’ll come back for you.""They’ll come back for you, too," C

  • Alpha’s Forbidden Mate   Ch. 113

    "We'll release them when we have everything we came for," said the woman with the corporate haircut, her voice so preternaturally calm it hovered on the edge of soothing. "You and the starter. The bread recipes. And the assurance that you won't disappear into the night."It was the blandest kind of threat, clinical and bloodless, but Carolina heard it for what it was. The kind of threat delivered by people who'd never had to swing a knife or wipe a floor, who believed the world could be manipulated via memo and threat and polite request. She felt an irrational urge to laugh—or maybe just to break something delicate, glass or bone.She set the starter jar down, but closer to her own side of the table. "You have surveillance all over the city. If I run, you'll find me. If I don't, you'll 'negotiate.' So what do you want to talk about?""It took us longer than we expected to trace the signature of your product," said the man in the suit, watching Xander with the careful interest of a her

  • Alpha’s Forbidden Mate   Ch. 112

    The bakery's kitchen had become a laboratory. Carolina wiped sweat from her brow as she bent over the counter, her scarred hands kneading a dough that wasn't quite right. Three failures today already. Her arms ached, but the pain was familiar—a companion now rather than an enemy."You're thinking too hard," Xander said from across the counter. He'd been watching her for nearly an hour, his own work—a simple rye—resting while he monitored her progress.She frowned, fingers working the dough with practiced precision. "The starter won't behave. Every batch comes out different.""That's what makes it special." He circled around to her side, his presence a warm pressure at her back. "It's alive. Not something you can force."Carolina glanced up at him, catching the slight furrow between his brows, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. They'd been circling each other for weeks now, partners in this dangerous business of survival and rebellion. At first, she'd thought his interest was me

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