Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Her Personal Chef, Lucian

Roman’s POV

I left the side house to get food for Eira. It was clear Liam wanted to speak with her alone, which was why he sent me off. I didn’t protest. If she was willing to talk to anyone, that was already progress. And I trusted Liam enough to know he wouldn’t say or do anything that went against his Alphas.

When I entered the main house, I found Jason and Lucian in the kitchen. What surprised me was that Lucian wasn’t just hovering around—he was actually cooking.

I walked over and saw him at the stove, preparing white sauce pasta. It looked rich and creamy, the kind of dish that made your mouth water just from the scent. I leaned over and took a taste.

Damn.

It was perfect—warm, smooth, and comforting, with just the right amount of salt and spice. The kind of dish that wrapped around your soul like a blanket, the kind that made you close your eyes and savor every bite like a secret you didn’t want to share.

"Since when did you learn to make this?" I asked, genuinely impressed.

Lucian didn’t even look at me. "I just don’t want any of you bitching later that I cooked for her and not for my own brothers," he said flatly. "My brothers come first."

I had no words. Honestly, all I wanted right now was to finish the plate myself—but I was here for something else.

"Can you make another chocolate pancake... for her?" I asked, a little hesitant.

Lucian’s eyes snapped toward me, and before I could say more, he slammed his hand on the counter.

"Roman Ashridge, do you think I’m that bitch’s personal chef?" he growled, calling me by my full name—never a good sign.

"And what’s with her tantrums? Wanting to eat only that same shit again and again?" he snapped. "Is she testing my patience to see when I finally lose it and snap her fucking neck?"

I held my calm. "Liam said she needs to eat. She didn’t touch the food I made earlier. I thought... maybe she’d eat the pancake again. And if you don’t want to make it, you could at least teach me how..."

"Fuck off," he muttered, clearly done with the conversation.

But then, without another word, he grabbed a plate and served a generous portion of the pasta, added a slice of avocado toast, and poured a glass of juice. He placed it in front of me on the counter.

"She eats what we eat. No special treatment for the bitch," he said curtly. "If she doesn’t like it, tell her to fuck off."

He turned away and went back to his cooking.

I looked at the plate in front of me. Even if it wasn’t what I was here for, the pasta really was something else. Maybe... just maybe, she’d like it too

I quietly placed everything onto a tray and made my way back to the side house.

When I stepped inside, it seemed Liam and Eira had already finished their conversation.

"You’re just on time," Liam said, offering a faint smile as he rose from the couch. "I need to return to the hospital. And this patient of mine is doing quite well. All you need to do now is feed her and keep her happy."

I gave a noncommittal hum and set the tray down on the center table. Eira, who had been resting with her eyes closed, slowly opened them and glanced at the food. The aroma had already filled the room, rich and warm, and something in her expression made me believe she might actually eat this.

"That’s a tasty meal," Liam remarked, then turned to her. "You should eat. You need your strength if you want to keep going."

She didn’t respond, but I had a feeling his words held more meaning—something only the two of them understood.

I looked at her and said, "I’ll see Liam off. Finish this before I get back."

Still no response.

I closed the door gently behind me, a thought creeping into my mind. What the hell does that bastard Lucian put in his food to make her want to eat it?

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