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Kirill's concerned voice cut through the moment, "What happened?" I met his gaze and confessed, "I can't handle too much spice. It gives me headaches, cramping, and sometimes even makes me cry." His brow furrowed in worry, and he questioned, "Why is that?" I sighed, memories resurfacing, "As a child, I avoided spicy food for a while. Eventually, I realized that it made my taste buds more sensitive. I just can't handle it now." He nodded in understanding, concern etched on his face.

I quietly and sneakily picked up the wooden spoon and dug in while they continued to argue. Grandma snatched her stick from Drix and hit his head with it. "You overgrown brat. What's wrong with spicy food?" Drix used his hands to defend himself at the third strike, bending his massive body backwards a bit and frowning. "Maybe because your spicy food is always too extra and might not be good for Sapphire. She has a delicate body system," I don't but let him keep believing that. Oh my goodness! The food was mouth-fucking delicious. My eyes brightened as I ate two spoons from every bowl. Mixing them up together was even better. And the delicious cold creamy drink washed down the

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“So… SPICY is it? Just that?” Bree tilted her head, smirking. “Girl, you can’t just stop at SPICY. That’s cute, but we need something… sexy. Something that makes people curious keeps them wanting more.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sexy, huh? Like what?” Bree’s fingers drummed against the table as she thought. Then her eyes lit up. “Spicy… Temptation! That’s it. It’s mysterious, alluring… it screams ‘look at me’ without giving it all away.”

, I said, chuckling at the thought of how he (Bola) always looked like an African royal each time he stepped out of his room, and both Stiles and Galinda got infected with the laughter. “ Trust me”, Stiles continued, “ the reason why he is able to eat such amount of spice so casually is because he grew up eating such at home, and like, they are the grandmasters of spice”, he said in such a funny way that we all started laughing, “ these people can literally consume a whole pot of soup made out of spice, especially pepper, like, the extremely spicy pepper”, the laughter continued, “ like mehn, I wo

“The item bought was tagged as powdered spices. I'm not bothered why it is powdered spices, but every spice used in cooking in the packhouse is always brought in along with other ingredients. Why just this? Doesn't it ring a bell? Which other item seems familiar?” He asked, and immediately, my mind realized what it was. I turned to stare at him, as my spine straightened up. “Yes, you are right. It's wolfbane”. He muttered, too calmly. “Have you asked the kitchen head or the person in charge?”. I asked. Wolfsbane was something I never allowed in the pack. I banned it years ago, even though other pa

“Although, if your water tastes a little… spicy…” Chase freezes mid-sip, then coughs, the water spilling down his t-shirt. He holds up the bottle and looks at it in disgust. “What did you put in this?” “Just a little cayenne pepper,” Finley shrugs. “To give you a kick and spice things up. You’ve been very broody lately.” Chase growls low. “You are such a child. A demon child.” Finley jumps up and darts behind the couch, laughing. “I’m just trying to help. Science says it’s good for circulation!”

There’s a level of properness in the South that will never make a bit of sense to me. I personally would have preferred to use my fingers, but I knew Darian would lose his mind if I went full savage at the table. I stuck to my spoon and ate with relish. Raven was eating well too, her appetite finally back after the heat. She reached for a bowl of spicy crab and, before I could utter a word of warning, bit right into a large claw. Spicy crab is a Northern delicacy. It’s an acquired taste because it is heavily seasoned with peppers that grow in the frost and only a few outsiders can actually stomach it without a gallon of milk.

“What is it?” “Diluted moon water, mixed with my own magic. If you are ever in true mortal danger, drink half of this. It wont break the spell, but it will give your wolf enough strength to resurface temporarily. Just enough to protect you. It will work once, maybe twice. After that the magic is spent. Make sure to use it only as a last resort.” She pressed everything into my hands. “Why are you helping me?” I whispered. “You won’t tell me the truth but you’re giving me tools to survive. Why?”

"Use the Saffron! Use whatever you’ve got left!" Dimas gritted his teeth, his eyes scanning his inventory. His mind raced through the 'Master of Essence' blueprints. Spicy Confusion. I need a high-volatile base and a sensory stimulant. He grabbed a small, dented tin of dried 'Hysteria Peppercorns' and a pouch of 'Warp-Root' powder.

John set the large bouquet down carefully on an empty stool beside him. The cook placed two plastic laminated menus in front of us alongside two glasses of cold barley tea. "I'm getting the house spicy tonkotsu," John said, glancing at my menu. "Level three spice. It’s the best thing on the menu." "Level three?" I looked over at him. "Can you actually eat spicy food, or are you just saying that to sound impressive?" John put his menu down, leaning his elbow on the wooden counter. "I take my soup very seriously, Elena. Level three is nothing."