Offered to the Cursed Alpha
The place was quiet, with only a few patrons sat in booths, and the scent of freshly made waffle cones filled the air.
Ryker pulled open the door, letting me step inside first. The cold air hit me instantly, making me shiver under his jacket.
I stepped up to the counter, scanning the flavors on display. There were the classics—vanilla, strawberry, chocolate—but there were also some weird ones, like lavender honey and something called “unicorn delight,” which was a suspicious shade of blue.
As I debated my choices, Ryker’s voice rumbled beside me.
“Vanilla,” he told the cashier.
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