The Mate Curvy of the Forbidden Alpha

Treacherous ZippersAnnePeace between two rival packs hinged on a tower of caviar sandwiches, and I was about to become the woman who would start a war because of a poorly balanced tray.It wasn’t the kind of legacy one dreamed of leaving behind.“Don’t let go of it!” I shouted urgently.The waiter holding the tray looked at me as if I’d asked him to defuse a bomb.“The tray?” he asked, as if it were obvious.“No, Kevin. The ceiling,” I replied sarcastically. “Of course, the tray!”He gripped the tray tightly with both hands while I rearranged the small pieces of toast that were tilting dangerously to the right.I’d spent three weeks preparing the catering for the signing of the peace treaty between Willow Creek, my pack, and the Ravenshade. Three weeks calculating portions, tweaking menus, and preventing my Aunt Rose from adding fruit gelatin to a diplomatic dinner.According to her, no conflict could survive pineapple gelatin.According to me, wars started precisely because of thin

Cake, slaps and diplomatic crimesAnneI entered the ballroom with the stranger’s black cloak covering my torn dress and a composure so fake it deserved an award.Hundreds of guests were toasting under crystal chandeliers. The representatives from Willow Creek occupied one side of the ballroom and those from Ravenshade the other, as if a long table and a treaty could erase generations of bites, ambushes, and territorial disputes.In the center stood my great masterpiece.A five-tiered cake covered in white frosting, sugar flowers, and two sculpted wolves bowing their heads over a golden bridge.It had taken me four days to finish it.At that moment, I didn’t think about the others; I just thought that my creation could also serve as a blunt weapon.“Anne,” my stepmother whispered behind me. “Go back to the kitchen.”I ignored her and kept walking.Garret emerged from the hallway with wet lips, disheveled hair, and the audacity of a man who still believed he could explain it all.Nicol

Imprisoned for being too interestingAnneFive armed men were aiming arrows at me, Nathan could barely stay on his knees, and I was holding a dagger covered in his blood.The scene didn’t exactly make me look innocent.“I’m going to say this only once,” I warned, raising the knife. “If any of you come any closer, you’ll find out why we bakers use such sharp blades.”The man in the center let out a laugh.“You plan to take us on with a kitchen knife?”“No,” I said, shrugging. “With this one. The kitchen knife was better balanced.”Nathan growled in front of me.His back broadened, and his fingernails turned back into claws. The fever was darkening his veins, but he was still trying to shield me with his body.I didn’t know whether to consider it romantic or clear evidence of brain damage.“Nathan, you can’t fight.”“I can.”“A minute ago, you were arguing with a tree.”“The tree started it.”Let me take control; trust me, Nina said.No.And to my misfortune, the attackers advanced.The

Infusions, runes and an Alpha at my doorAnneNathan didn't let go of my hand for the next ten minutes.Not because I was enjoying the contact.That would have been unprofessional, and professionalism was very important when you were kneeling in front of a half-naked, feverish, and absurdly attractive Alpha.“I need to get up,” I told him firmly.Nathan opened one eye.“No.”“I have to make the tea.”“Do it here.”“The kitchen doesn’t fit under your bed.”His thumb brushed the inside of my wrist, and a shiver ran down to my stomach. Nathan inhaled slowly, as if he’d noticed my reaction; the corner of his mouth turned up.“You’re flirting again,” I accused him.“Fever.”“Convenient.”Nina sighed inside my head.Leave him alone; he’s wounded, and he’s gorgeous, she said with amusement.Garret was gorgeous too, under the right lighting.Don’t compare this monument to that design disaster.I couldn’t argue with my she-wolf.Orla approached with a tray.“I need to administer another dose,”

Three options and an unforgivable accusationAnneThe council hall seemed designed to make any visitor feel as small as a grain of rice.High ceilings, black columns, narrow windows, and a circular table occupied by men and women dressed as if color might make them sick. Everything was so large and majestic at the same time that it was surprising how clinical it felt.Nathan walked in beside me with a firm stride and didn’t let go of my hand.The gesture drew the attention of everyone present.Maxwell stared at our intertwined fingers as if he’d just discovered a bomb under the table.“Alfa, you should be in the infirmary,” he said irritably.“I should,” Nathan replied.“Her condition doesn’t allow her to participate in a formal session.”“Then you shouldn’t have summoned her,” Nathan said, glaring at him. “You’re the one who dragged me out of bed.”Maxwell looked at us with annoyance.Cassian was standing next to one of the columns. When he saw me, he raised an eyebrow slightly, perh