Todos los capítulos de The Alpha And The Baker: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

“Here, here!”“Attention, our judges have finished their deliberation for round two and will now announce the winner!” There was the megaphone again, but I was happy to get on with the event.“For our second round, the winning pie belongs to team nine, the Ramirezes!” Well, shit.Unsurprisingly, a third of their crowd was on their feet and cheering, while the shifters next to us all high-fived. It was just one round, and only the second round at that, but it meant we were tied.That was less than ideal.“It’s all right,” my mom whispered, leaning into Felicia. “We’ll clobber them in the rest.”Felicia cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t you mean we’ll cobbler them in the rest?”“Boo,” I said, ruffling her hair. “That was terrible.”“On the contrary, I would argue that I’m a comedic genius and that pun was gold.”I opened my mouth to tease her, but my mother pinched my arm. “Don’t argue with our head baker! She knows what she’s talking about.”By the time the cobbler round started, I’d pulled my

Huh, that did sound pretty cool, but a quick glance to Felicia showed that she was still unruffled. That had to be a good sign.“Ooooh, another entry where we truly feast! Guess we’ll have to take a bite of each flavor,” the male judge cooed.“We really are martyrs for the cause,” the severe one added. Those two made quite the dynamic duo. Perhaps it would be fun to compete again. Not that it was wise to violate fairy rules a second time.“But someone has to do it!” the third one said before they all bit in and gave their critiques, which of course, were positive.And that was it. Suddenly, the entire thing was over, and they had to make their decision. It was down to us and the Ramirez pack. The croquembouche medley versus the pavlova trio.“Attention, everyone! It’s time for the final judgment. So, if those with tasting tickets want to come up and eat these elaborate works of art, this is the time to stuff yourself silly. It looks like there’s going to be plenty for everybody.”The

The man scoffed, and a couple of the fairies with him chuckled in a way that would have them perfectly cast for a Mean Girls revival. “A human name is hardly worth⁠—”Apparently, I was throwing caution to the wind, because I interrupted him yet again. “No, you misunderstand. Not just my given name. If I lose, I will give you my full name. And as the last daughter of my family line, you will have the entire legacy of every single person born in my bloodline. A vast history of memories and time, all yours.” “You can’t!” Cas said as he touched my arm.I looked away from the fairies for the first time since I’d made my presence known and patted his hand twice. “It’s okay,” I murmured, gazing into those beautiful green eyes of his and patting his arm. “Trust me.”He wanted to argue with me, I could tell it as easily as blinking, but after the internal struggle had played across his face, he nodded and took a step back.I wasn’t going to forget that. If we managed to get out of the situatio

He shot me a curious look, but like the smart man he was, he didn’t say anything as he jogged off to my van.As for me, I calmly began to put together the batter. Already I could see the fairies doing incredibly complex things. One looked like they were making a choux batter, one was making a sugar sculpture with magic and a heated pipe like she was blowing molten glass, and yet another had several bowls floating above his head while three different measuring cups poured different ingredients in.It was very clear that even with all of my experience, I was punching well outside my weight class. That was fine. None of that mattered. They could use all the magic, all the finery, and impossible ingredients I’d never heard of, and they still wouldn’t win. Because in the end, baking was about the heart.Or at least that was what I told myself.“Here it is,” Cas said quietly as he trotted up to me, handing me the small red box.“Thanks, babe,” I said, kissing his cheek lightly. I didn’t thi

Feliciauality Ingredients“HOW DO WE WANT TO DO THIS?” I ASKED. “PIECES OF PAPER? SHOW OF HANDS?” “Paper,” Slicked-back said, but at the same time two others answered as well.“Show of hands.”“Stones in front of our favorite.”I blinked at them, smiling slightly. There was that discord I wanted. Fairies were so into contracts and the rules that I’d guessed the finer details would trip them up, so it was satisfying to know I was right.“Shall we vote on the best way then?” I asked as innocently as I could, but not innocently enough, because Slicked-back practically snarled at me.Well, he started to snarl. He coughed twice, then finished his snarl, but close enough.“You mock us!”“I have no idea what you mean.”“All these delays and distractions! You are prolonging the—” he cut himself off with another few coughs, and I swore it was actually making him blush. “You—you!”His growing tirade cut off instantly when a groan sounded from the ground beside us. Almost like they were one ent