Ingrid Galatea Novels & Stories

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

She also felt tired. … The next day, Ingrid claimed she had lost her appetite recently and wanted to eat something more flavorful. So, Evelyn prepared a cup of honey lemon tea for Ingrid using gourmet honey. She even cooked a pot of lentil soup with beans to nourish her body. However, Ingrid took one sip and immediately spat it out. "What soup is this? It's too greasy! Is this meant for a pregnant woman? I said I wanted something flavorful. Is this it? This is nothing but a bowl of beans!"

She immediately drank the wine they ordered. Ingrid's lips curled up slightly as she gazed at the woman with a hint of disdain. If it weren't for the plan she had in mind, she wouldn't waste her time on her. 'Hmph! You think you're someone special? Be grateful you're useful to me, because if not, I wouldn't even bother with you.' The disdain on her face vanished, she smiled. "So, Luminaria, can I know what you were doing there earlier?" "How about you, what are you doing there? Are you following me?"

“No I’m not hungry. I was working on the recipe like you said. I’ve come up with something mouth watering. It’s called Galatopita.” Alora frowned. “Galato… what?” Eleni smiled for the first time since her troubles began. “Galatopita. It’s a Greek custard pie. Creamy in the middle and crisp on the outside, with lemon zest and cinnamon. You will love it.” “Sounds good. Do you think it can win a prize in a baking competition?” “Maybe, I can’t say. Why? What are you planning?” Eleni asked narrowing her eyes. “A way to get you out of this mess.”