?Chapter 359:

Jasmine’s POV

For the past few days, I had been waking up with headaches, nausea, and impulses I couldn’t believe came from me. Don’t me me—I honestly can’t tell what’s going on either. This morning, I woke up with an inexplicable craving for burnt pancakes. Not just regr pancakes, but specifically burnt ones. Who does that? Apparently, a pregnant woman whose hormones have decided that chaos is the only eptable order of the day.

The kitchen was quiet when I walked in, determined to take matters into my own hands. Ryder had been insufferably overprotectivetely, insisting on doing almost everything for me, and while I appreciated the effort, I needed some semnce of normalcy. But the moment I started fumbling with the stove, Seraphina appeared, her arms crossed, an amused smirk on her face.

“You’re up early,” she said, leaning against the counter. “What’s the asion? World peace? A miracle? Or are you about to set the house on fire?”

Seraphina had grown sofortable with me. She was definitely like a sister now.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m just making pancakes.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, narrowing her eyes as she watched me struggle with the spat. “And why do they look like the charred remains of something that fought valiantly in the war against breakfast?”

“They’re supposed to be burnt,” I said defensively, flipping another pancake and wincing when itnded with a smoky plop.

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“Sure they are,” La chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Did the baby request this? Is this little nugget already a culinary anarchist?”

I red, but it was hard to argue when I didn’t even understand my own cravings. “I just want them, okay? Don’t judge me.”

I wasn’t even sure who I was directing thement to—La with her snark or Seraphina with her look of surprise.

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, grinning wickedly, “I’m not judging you. I’m judging your future child’s taste. Burnt pancakes? Really? This kid is going to have some exining to do.”

Before I could retort, Ryder walked in, his hair still messy from sleep, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease me with a glimpse of his chest. My chest—no, my hormones—immediately perked up.

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“What’s going on in here?” he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and suspicion. Then his eyesnded on the ckened pancakes, and his brow furrowed. “Are you… burning breakfast?”

“They’re supposed to be burnt!” I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Ryder blinked at me, clearly trying to process my outburst.

“Okay,” he said slowly, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Burnt pancakes it is.”

Seraphina snorted. “Your mate’s losing it, Alpha. Might want to keep an eye on her before she starts craving ash and charcoal for dessert.”

“I’m right here, you know,” I grumbled, ring at her.

“Yes, and it’s so much more fun this way,” Seraphina replied sweetly.

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