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Ch. 92
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2026-04-16 05:44:10
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Sunday brought a thin hush over the city, as if all the usual noise had pressed pause. The bakery opened at seven, but nobody showed before eight, so Carolina took the hour to sit on the stoop with Xander and nurse bitter coffee, watching crows hurl insults at the slow parade of churchgoers. His head rested on her thigh, heavy as remorse, and she ran her fingernails through the patchy stubble above his ear. He was always warmer than he looked. Sometimes she daydreamed about what it would feel like to take his wrist, bite hard enough to bruise, and claim some small part of that heat as her own.He cracked one eye open, squinting at her. "It's rude to stare at broken things," he murmured.Carolina snorted. "You don't know the half of it." She pressed her palm against his heartbeat, drumming slow and stubborn beneath his ribs.In the distance, the city coughed to life. Sirens mourned the loss of night, trams ground anxious under their cargo, and someone spilled a dozen bottles in the all
Alpha’s Forbidden Mate Chapter 95
The next morning, Carolina woke in a panicked sweat, hands clawed at her empty pillow, convinced Xander had vanished again. It took a minute to remember he’d just gone for milk—like an actual husband, her brain muttered, as if such things were possible—and she rolled out of bed and built a barricade of sugar and caffeine to armor herself against the day. She fed the dogs, three strays and a temporary foster beast, and muttered threats at the neighbor’s old tomcat as he stalked the fire escape. Saturday meant chores: prepping Sunday’s dough, then inventory and accounts, then, if she could face it, some kind of apology for Mira’s bruised ego (and Mira’s actual bruise, which Carolina had caused the night before with an elbow and not enough sleep). The air in the bakery smelled of lemon zest and yeast and the memory of loss. None of it felt quite real until the ancient radio blared to life, Xander’s voice echoing tinny and distorted, calling for eggs from the corner bodega.She considered
Alpha’s Forbidden Mate Chapter 94
Start of Book 3 They started with the windows first, because that’s what always broke in the fights. The city had gone nearly polite in the past six months, the violence turning subtle, as if even the troublemakers sensed that some things were trying too hard to keep from falling apart. Carolina stood on the kitchen counter, a roll of glaziers tape clenched between her teeth, patching the old panes while Xander measured the new ones in the alley below. On their best days it was a real operation, twenty pairs of hands shifting between glass and brick and scaffolding, even Mira showing up twice a week with a caddy of tools and condescension.They joked that the pack house was the soul of the block, because there was always dogs barking out front, and coffee, and someone beautiful or bleeding or both on the stoop. The bakery was stitched up next door, the apartments stacked above it like a hive, and the empty lot behind slowly became a garden, presided over by Olivine in a broad-brimmed
Alpha’s Forbidden Mate Ch. 93
In the tranquil rot that passed for a summer in the city, Xander and Carolina cleared out the bakery after a day so busy the register jammed, the glass case fogged, and Olivine’s cat stalked off in insult at the lack of attention. They’d taken to closing Mondays as a treat, but it was Sunday, the last rush before their one-day freedom, and for hours it was a parade of the old and young, the odd and worried, city functionaries and outlaws alike, all wanting either cinnamon rolls or a bit of Carolina’s wild advice on the side. When the doors finally locked, Xander let himself fall backward onto the flour-spattered floor, arms out like a man crucified, laughing at the spent, sticky ache in his legs.Carolina dropped beside him, her apron unsnapped and thrown toward the counter, hair matted in a way that made her look both older and more wild. She had a fresh bruise on her mouth from where she’d bitten it yelling at Mira earlier, and she poked at it now with her tongue, frowning.“Do you
Alpha’s Forbidden Mate Ch. 92
Xander kept the old bakery going, less out of hope than habit. Most mornings he'd set the dough to rise before dawn, and in the hours before the city woke, he'd mix by hand in the orange half-light, huffing yeast and memory. There was never as much to bring to market as they'd planned, but Carolina claimed that was deliberate sabotage, since her favorite part was giving away the leftovers. She’d hawk cinnamon rolls to surly ex-cons and homebound nannies, bartering for gossip and, once, a stray kitten which she immediately named after Olivine (“Ollie” for short, who spent her days perched atop the register, hissing at anyone who wore too much perfume).They tried out new recipes, sometimes from the algae cultures Xander grew in fish tanks, sometimes from scrawled notes left in the bakery’s margins by the building’s former owners. Each time one of his mutant sourdoughs unexpectedly exploded, Carolina would shriek with delight and chase him around the kitchen with a towel. Sometimes he’d
Alpha’s Forbidden Mate Ch. 91
The next city they fled to was a midwestern honeycomb: old factory blocks softened by prairie, the river slicing through town like a line drawn on lined notebook paper. Xander and Carolina stayed on the move, never in the same safehouse longer than a month, but always rolling together—her the inertia, him the ballast. Olivine and Mira peeled off for a while, chasing their own threads (Detroit for Olivine, supposedly, though the only proof was a postcard scrawled with "Still not arrested" and a picture of ruined cathedrals; Mira enrolled briefly in a night school, then vanished into the hinterlands).Stray mornings, Xander would wake with Carolina hair-tangled and groaning beside him, both half-lost in a memory of warmth. More often it was cots, couches, sometimes a sleeping bag atop bags of sabotaged fertilizer in a friend-of-a-friend's foreclosed garage. He tasted laundry detergent and sweat in his mouth. The air was always a little too dry.Many nights, Carolina would wake him up, v
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