The Lycan’s Fated Mate
While he had this internal dialogue, Lyra picked up some simple ingredients they had bought on the way: pasta, sauce, seasonings…
“Want help?” he asked, approaching, still somewhat uncertain.
She turned to him with that sweet, amused look.
“You confessed you’re terrible in the kitchen. Are you sure?”
He laughed, raising his hands.
“Okay. Can I at least… cut something?”
Lyra handed him a knife and a tomato.
“Just be careful with your fingers.”
He looked at her, pretending to be indignant.
“Hey! I’m a Lycan, not a klutz.”
She smiled and began preparing the pasta while he cut the tomato with absurd concentration, as if it were the most important task in the world.
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