Semua Bab After My Husband's Affair, I Met My True Love Alpha: Bab 281 - Bab 286

Third Person's POVThe doorbell rang again - longer this time.Seraphina didn't even pause while chopping the tomatoes. Honestly, with everyone supposedly catching up on sleep, someone would eventually get annoyed enough to answer. It just wouldn't be her.Right on cue, hurried footsteps thudded down the stairs. Kane appeared, hair a mess, T-shirt wrinkled like he'd been dragged out of bed."Ms. Cassandra," he said, going with the safe and distant title now that she had nothing to do with the Shadow Pack Corporation anymore. "Miss" was neutral ground.Cassandra didn't wait for him to fully step aside before slipping past, acting like she still lived here or something. She'd once told Elinor she'd pull out voluntarily and make it to London first.Clearly, that wasn't the whole story. Elinor had already been thinking about cutting her off, worried her son might do something much harsher. But Cassandra had other plans. She'd landed at Heathrow

Seraphina's POVThat sudden straightforwardness caught me off guard, and I halted. "What kind of favor?"He took a slow breath, like he was gearing up for something big. "I'm starving. Could you... maybe make me something to eat? Like what you just cooked." He paused, then added, almost pleading, "It smelled like it could make everything else fade away for a bit."The request itself wasn't anything odd - but the timing, the way he asked, and the look in his eyes, it didn't sit right. I looked at him for a couple of seconds, then it hit me - he was trying to get me away from whatever that mess was with Cassandra.A faint, genuine smile tugged at the corner of my lips. It was awkward and clumsy, but sweet, in a way only someone like Kane could manage."Sure," I said, my voice softening. "Extra meat sauce, yeah?"Relief washed over his face. His shoulders, which had been tight as a bowstring, dropped just slightly. "Yeah. Thanks.""Go wa

Seraphina's POV"Seraphina?"Kane's voice snapped me back.I turned and smiled lightly at him. "Time to eat.""He told you?" Kane pointed toward the stairs. "James Lockland called - about thirty minutes ago. They were classmates at Cambridge.""He mentioned the meeting."Kane let out a small breath of relief. "Good. Come on down, then. The chef made Beef Wellington - your favorite."Dinner was indeed impressive. Perfectly cooked beef wrapped in flaky pastry, vegetables roasted just right, and a rich gravy that tied everything together.But only the three of us were at the long table - me, Kane, and Mason.Kane and I didn't eat much. Mason, on the other hand, devoured two helpings of steak and polished off three Yorkshire puddings like he hadn't eaten in days. Typical young werewolf appetite.After dinner, the London sky outside had turned a mix of deep blue and orange.I sat in the living room for about twe