Chapter 391
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Chapter 391:
Crystal chandeliers burst to life all at once, flooding every corner with brightness as if it were midday.
I preferred darkness, quiet, dim spaces where thinking came easier. It kept everything controlled, contained. But that habit didn’t fit anymore. Not with Silas here.
Kids didn’t do well with the dark. The place needed light now.
After back-to-back international video calls, a dull pressure had started building behind my temples.
I checked the time and pushed the third meeting back by half an hour.
Then I went upstairs and knocked on the guest room door.
“Silas, it’s time for dinner. What do you want?” I did my best to make my voice as gentle as I could.
A pause. Then his voice came through, sharp with irritation. “I’m not hungry. Leave me alone.”
“You still need to eat something, even if you don’t feel hungry.” Leaning against the doorframe, I held onto my patience. “I have an international video call later, and I might not be around to look after you. If you don’t eat now, you’ll have to dig through the fridge yourself when you get hungry.”
The door finally clicked open.
Y𝗈𝘂𝘳 𝗻e𝘅𝗍 𝘧𝗮𝗏𝘰r𝗶𝗍e 𝗿еа𝘥 𝗂𝘴 𝗼ո 𝗴а𝗹𝗇𝘰𝘃𝖾𝗅𝘀.c𝘰m
Silas peeked out, eyes bright with challenge. “I want fried chicken. A big bucket of it. And a huge soda.”
I frowned instantly. Greasy fast food like that was basically nutritional sabotage for a growing young werewolf.
“No. Not happening. It’s junk,” I said firmly. “I’ll cook something instead.”
Silas looked at me like I had just told him a bad joke. He stepped out fully, crossing his arms and giving me a slow, doubtful look. “You? Cook? An Alpha living like a king? You probably can’t even tell salt from sugar.”
Silas’s eyes flickered with mischief, clearly enjoying the fact that he had gotten under my skin. “Fine,” he said, as if conceding a great challenge. “If you’re that confident, I want roast chicken. And a brownie. If you mess it up, you’re ordering delivery.”
“Deal,” I said simply. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I turned toward the stairs.
Survival training had covered far worse than cooking, field dressing, fire prep, making something edible out of nothing. It had been a while, but muscle memory didn’t exactly disappear.
Halfway down the stairs, I paused and glanced back at him as he moved to shut the door.
“One more thing,” I said casually. “Next time you break into Voss Group servers, don’t bother cleaning your tracks. Those tricks won’t work on me. I can trace them in one click.”
Silas froze and stared at me in disbelief. “What?”
“Yesterday. 2:14 a.m. You slipped past the third firewall and tried to access my private schedule.” I recited the exact time, watching panic flood his face. A wicked sense of satisfaction rose up inside me.
Before he could respond, I walked over and pinched his now-flushed cheek. “Where did you learn those moves? Not bad, pretty impressive for someone your age.”
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