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Chapter 144 – Pancakes and Bombshells
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Eva’s POV “Shhhhhh!” Sonia hisses beside me, grabbing my sleeve like an overeager child. “They’ll hear you.” Behind me, I can feel Elias’s eyes drilling holes into the back of my skull. That boy definitely took after me—glare first, questions later. The front door creaks open, and Samantha greets the visitor with a soft bow, her posture suddenly formal. “Alpha,” she says, “welcome to my humble home. Please come in.” A tall man steps inside, sharp-suited and sharp-eyed. He scans the room quickly, then zeroes in on me. I straighten instinctively. He walks right up to me—and to my surprise, bows. Deeply. “My Queen,” he says with a voice like gravel smoothed by diplomacy. “I am Alpha Dimitri. Had I known you were coming, we would have prepared properly. I must apologize for not greeting you in accordance with your rank.” I lift my hand and gently place it on his shoulder. “Please. We’re actually on a mission. But I must ask—how do you know who I am?” He straightens and gives a kn
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 144 – Pancakes and Bombshells
Eva’s POV As Sonia leaves the house, the front door clicking shut behind her, Samantha turns to me with a look that’s equal parts stern and motherly. “Let’s go make breakfast,” she says, already walking toward the kitchen. “And while we make it, I want to hear everything you’ve done for the last fifteen years. Everything. I want to know if you were safe… if you were happy.” So, we enter the kitchen, warm morning light slanting across the tiled floor, and I find myself rolling up the sleeves of a borrowed sweatshirt. The air smells faintly of cinnamon and old coffee grounds, grounding me in a kind of mundane comfort I rarely get to feel. We decide on pancakes. Or rather—Samantha decides, and I follow orders. She bosses me around with the confidence of someone who raised twins and could probably run a small army. “Don’t overmix,” she warns as I stir the batter. “And let the pan heat before you pour it—what were they teaching you in that assassin life of yours?” “Certainly not how
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