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Across from her, Kade had somehow managed to wedge himself precariously between two high shelves, holding a glowing text above his head like it might start speaking. “This one has a list of fire-based incantations, a love spell that smells like burnt toast, and—wait for it—a recipe for ‘Moonlight Soup.’” Kade peeked over the edge of the book, grinning. “Do you think the Moon Queen was secretly a chef?” Elaina gave him a look. “If she was, her menu probably started with betrayal and ended in blood.” Kade made a mock-shiver sound. “Spicy.” She groaned, thumping the book shut. “We’re getting nowhere. Every symbol, every passage, it’s either too cryptic or irrelevant.”

Accent lighting shows off the tasteful kitchen art and the small stainless steel appliances on the marble countertops. "Would you like to eat before our walk?" I'm starving, so it's an easy answer. There's an alcove with two chairs on one side, one at either end, and a bench seat in the back, which is where Moon leads me. "You sit, I'll prep." He walks over to the oak doors and slides them back to reveal a floor-to-ceiling refrigerator. He removes what he needs and places the items on the center island. "I'm a horrible cook, but sandwiches, I can manage. Gabriella keeps me fed or I would be nothing but skin and bones."

The dedication read: For anyone who thought it was too late — love can still rise, even when the heat gets high. The publisher suggested a press tour. Amara insisted on something different. “Let’s feed people,” she said. “Let’s go home.” The Festival Luca designed the menu: “Sunset Polenta Stack” — Noah’s competition dish. “Little Hands Lasagna” , Sophia’s signature “messy but magical” tray bake. “Hope Bread” , Amara’s banana bread recipe from the early days. And a wine pairing named “Forever Red” — bottled straight from the Tuscany vineyard.

It’s fairly amazing when I think about it. I serve dinner, A simple dish of roasted beef and vegetables, along with the green salad Antony made us and a delicious dessert of homemade brownies, which Antony also made. All of our mates gather around our gigantic dining table and we enjoy our meal, even as each of us feel the arousal that comes with the full moon. “We can clean up later, this need is getting to me,” Rita says in a breathy voice, after we finish dinner. “I’m right there with you,” Raiden moans.

If we could soften the mood with food, music, and laughter, maybe the truths I had to share wouldn’t land so hard. To keep it simple, we’d gone buffet style: pasta dishes, a salad bar, hearty soups, and roasted chicken. The specialty meats—well, I’d acquired those through… less-than-official channels. We turned them into hors d’oeuvres. Bite-sized, elegant. Memorable. The ball would begin in fifteen minutes. I sent a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess that the demons would stay away tonight. We chose a full moon on purpose—when the goddess is strongest, her light protective and watchful.

He seemed to be in thought. "Yea?" He said after a minute as he gave him a small grin and scratched his temple with his finger. "You know it, my guy." Dillon beamed as he threw his arm around Tony's shoulder and shook him. "Now, chef, what's on the menu tonight?" "Well, I made yer hotdogs and beans, but the beans are from scratch and I picked the hotdogs from the tree outside." Tony pointed to the two pots on the two left burners, then to the right two. "Then over here, I got some glazed carrots, from scratch, bitch. The one in the back is my rice pudding recipe, from scratch! Oh, and there's from scratch biscuits in the oven."

I couldn’t celebrate with the rogues because they were forsaken by the moon. “What can I do?” I asked again. “Um.. the cook isn’t feeling so well so if you want to assist there then,” she said and I smiled, liking the idea. I loved to cook, what better way to celebrate the moon festival than to cook for the entire pack. “I will do all the cooking for tonight,” I said with certainty. The maid still looked shocked at my proposition but she nodded. It felt strange being in the kitchen again, but it also felt right.

Then, with a flourish, the chefs removed the covers from the dishes. “Our first course of the night will be traditional Lunar Wedding Soup,” the head chef said, gesturing to the bowls of soup with spinach, fragrant miniature meatballs, and spiced broth. “Typically served at weddings to celebrate the earth—the green spinach—and the moon, as depicted by the meatballs. Enjoy.” Isabella wrinkled her nose, picking at the soup. Liam stared at it for a moment, dumbfounded, before he dug in. Meanwhile, Vanessa scooped up a single meatball, eyeing it, before she popped it into her mouth and chewed daintily.

" William said, "Let the jubilations begin, " William said, raising the cup of wine in his hands for a toast. "She is not the one destined by the Moon Goddess to be my mate, " Silas said, looking at his father. "To hell with the moon goddess, I am doing what's right for you and the pack, " his father responded. "We have had this discussion before and I expect you to treat her as your mate and wife, " his father said. "Now go and meet your mate, Amelia and be nice to her." his father said, walking back into the party. "his father said.

the other maid said while watching Lily. "I'm cooking for Aemon," Lily informed her and began to do everything "You know how to cook, right?" Mica asked, worried. She might be torn and messy, but she knows how to cook. "Don't worry," she said and giggled. She decided to cook carbonara, garlic chicken and vegetable salad for the two of them. Meanwhile, Aemon was in his office. He was busy but his mind was filled with Lily. He could not even look away for long from the clock.