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In the evening at Sibyl’s apartment, the scene was one of unexpected delight. Sibyl stood by the kitchen counter with freshly prepared dishes, while Keshton stood by the small dining table with a large box of food in his hands. “I didn’t know you were bringing food,” Sibyl said, her voice a mix of surprise and confusion.” And I didn’t know you could cook,” Keshton replied, eyeing the bowls in her hand with great surprise. They looked at each other in silence, their surprise hanging in the air for a moment before they broke into a fit of laughter. The realization that they had both wanted to surprise each other had led to this amusing situation. “I guess we have plenty of food now,” Keshton chuckled, setting the box down on the table. Sibyl nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “What did you buy?” Sibyl giggled, placing the food bowl on the dining table. “Crab cakes, prime rib, and dessert,” Keshton replied. Sibyl glanced at the food Keshton had brought: expensive, delicious, and beautifully decorated. Then she looked at the food she had made. Aside from the salad and soup, she had prepared fish curry and fried rice. In comparison to the food he had brought, her dishes seemed humble. Keshton noticed her slowly covering the bowls of food. “Why are you covering it back up? I thought we were going to eat first.” He put his hand over hers, making her pause. “Yes, but we have too much food for just the two of us. We can’t finish it all, so let’s eat the crab cakes, prime rib, and dessert,” she smiled, wanting to take the bowls back into the kitchen. “I want to eat what you have made,” Keshton said stubbornly, holding her hand. A hesitant smile appeared on Sibyl’s lips. “Keshton, it’s nothing special. I just made some regular food. Let’s eat what you brought,” she suggested, not meeting his eyes and covering the food again. Keshton gently lifted her chin, making her look at him. “Hey, what’s wrong with regular food? I want to try your cooking. It means a lot to me that you took the time to make this.” Sibyl’s eyes softened, and she slowly nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. They uncovered the bowls together, and Keshton eagerly took a serving of the fish curry and fried rice. When he took a bite, his eyes lit up with genuine delight. “This is delicious, Sibyl. I did not know you could cook so well.” Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “You’re just saying that.” “I mean it,” Keshton insisted, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pulling her into his chest, “When I have to run business meetings or Alpha meetings I crave normal food like this. Especially home made food.” Sibyl looked at him confused, “You have Omegas to cook for you in your packhouse, right? “Keshton nodded, “Food made by servants does not come close to food made with love. Like what you have made for me tonight,” he pecked her nose playfully. Sibyl blushed and lowered her eyes. She had invested hours cooking for Keshton. “Now what should we do with all of this food?” The two of them turned to the small dining table. Keshton stated, “I will have someone distribute the crabcakes, prime rib, and dessert to the local homeless so that it will not go to waste.” “That’s great,” Sibyl agreed. Keshton went out with the -food bag in his hand while Sibyl set the food on the table. Once Keshton returned, he was surprised by the
cake that Sibyl had baked for them. “Let’s eat,” Keshton said, pulling a chair out for Sibyl. They both sat down and shared the meal, enjoying their evening together. Keshton finished one serving of rice quickly and then asked for more. Sibyl felt her heart swell with warmth, realizing how much Keshton valued her and her efforts. “Umm… you mentioned something about running a business meeting. Do you have businesses other than that underground brothel?” Sibyl hesitantly asked, eating a spoonful as she glanced at Keshton’s face. Keshton nodded in response, “I am a partner in an arms business and have many other businesses with Sean, Odin, and Christian. They are also partners in my businesses. You might remember them.” Sibyl nodded in surprise, “Could it be they are also… rogues?” “Yes, they are rogue Alphas in their own countries. We were all at the bottom at one time in our lives and then chose our own paths from there,” he explained. Sibyl had always suspected that the identity of his friends was no small matter, but she did not expect them to be rogues as well. At the same time, their businesses were as dangerous as Keshton’s. “Then what about
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Glen, Aries, and Trace?” her curiosity increased. “Glen has been my friend since we were small children. He always wanted to follow me, so he became my Beta. Aries joined my pack when he was seventeen and I was gathering the rogues to establish my pack. He was different from the others. He volunteered to become my Gamma. In Trace’s case, I have known him for a long time, even before I founded the Eclipse Moon Pack. When I established the pack, he joined because he was simply bored in the healer’s territory and wanted to do something new,” Keshton explained, admiring her interest. He chuckled and rubbed her head, “I will tell you as many things as you want to know, but don’t forget to chew the food in your mouth,” he reminded her. Sibyl put her hand over her puffy mouth that was filled with food and quickly started chewing. One by one, Keshton told her everything she was curious about. After finishing dinner, Keshton cleared the table and helped her bring the bowls to the basin, where Sibyl quickly did the dishes. Wiping her hands on a towel, Sibyl entered her bedroom to find Keshton waiting with two plates of cake. “If you don’t come quick, I’m eating yours too,” he said playfully, flashing her a smile. Sibyl giggled and sat down on the bed, where they both sat facing each other with their cake. Keshton took a bite, his expression filling with surprise. “This is absolutely delicious!“” Thank you,” Sibyl grinned, taking a big bite herself. “I love making cakes.” Keshton chuckled, nearly finishing every crumb on his plate. “Yeah, I can tell how much you love it. Where did you learn to bake?” The answer came after a moment’s pause. “From my mother.”
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