The Cursed Alpha And His Rejected Bride
he couldn’t contain the funny bone that had now broken and erupted from within, joyous spouts.
And those spouts were contagious.
Because soon enough, even I was doubled over, laughing my heart merry.
We slumped onto the floor, backs against the counter, sharing bites of what was left.
Some were undercooked, a very minute portion was perfectly cooked, and a lot of it was left to soak in the sink, blackened, destroyed, and a telling of our recklessness.
“We’ll leave that for Muzan,” Edric joked and laughed again.
“He’ll kill us,” I cackled as we broke the pancakes. I offered him more of the good things and took the undercooked parts because I knew that even if it was perfectly cooked, I wouldn
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