Promised To The Alpha Twins – Chapter 45

Somehow, I had managed to get through the week.

Not only was I baking things on my own, but Sara let me experiment with some recipes and create new desserts. I experimented with puff pastry, powdered sugar, and fresh fruit. Some things turned out better than others, but Sara had a gift for selling.

John supported me, as always, with his sarcastic comment, but the moment he tried the chocolate croissants I prepared, he was fascinated. While Sara knew my real name throughout that week, she never pressured me to tell her more.

ted cinnamon and freshly baked puff pastry. I couldn’t imagine a better smell, well, I could name one, but I refused to think about my life before this small town.”

I had dreamed of the twins, both of them searching for me impatiently. Every morning, I woke up with a new pain in my chest. True to their promise, I hadn’t heard anything from Gea since the day I left. Not that I ever admitted that, but I was starting to miss the annoying voice in my head. It felt like an extension of myself.

o reach out to her. I would let my fingers grope in the dark corners of my mind, searching for any trace of Gea. It felt like she

its last legs, with withered boards, cobwebs in every corner, and a kitchen big enough for one person. The house had minimal furniture, a bed, and a couch older than my grandmother, but it was mine to do as I pleased. Even with the terrible condition of the house, I loved being able to come and go as I pleased, without fear. I didn’t have to worry about drunken stepfathers or crazy ex-girlfriends.

y was open from Monday to Friday, as Sara and John were in college. Sara had just turned nineteen, while John had turned twenty-one a couple of months ago. Their parents had many stores in town and gave Sara her own bakery as a birthday gift. While their pa

e apron was covered with a healthy sprinkle of cinnamon and nutmeg.

e oven and placing them on a table to cool.

n can tell you what to do.”

e all the melted pastries.”

d once, Sara!” John shouted from the cas

ed my lesson,” Sara replied, then muttered to herself, “I can’t trust him with anything important.”

bag from the table to continue filling the cannoli shells. “Everything will be fin

e.

nt of pastries into a large box.

d shut.

the people walking the streets thinned out. After placing many trays of pies, cookies, and cupcakes in the refrigerator, I tossed my apron onto an empty prep table. While John counted the cash register, I cleaned the tables and

se green.

iled widely when she caught John’s gaze. “Did you already forget about me?”

n, Sara’s new pastry chef.”

eyes at John and gave Anna a small smile. Once John finished counting the register, he put on his jacket and approached

w at John but didn’t seem surprised by his forgetfulness.

h. “I just have to take Sussan home first.”

owned.

reassuring smile. “It’s a ten-minute walk at best, nothing I haven’t done befor

sure?” John furrowed his brow.

ll see you tomorrow.”

ut I let you walk alone.”

Just don’t forget to lock the door.”

re as bad a

e, wondering how Sara managed to be younger but more mature than John. I had always found John attractive, with his sun-kissed hair and dimples that appeared whenever he smiled. There were many customers who caught my attention, but none seemed to evoke a response within me. My hands no longer sweat, and my stomach no longer burst with butterflies. The street was almost deserted as I passed by the darkened shops. A few stragglers remained on the streets, likely walking back to one of the mote

steps behind me until I turned the corner and took a few more steps. Without fully turning around, I tilted my head and glanced out of the corner of my eye. Two figures, too large to be women, walked behind me. I told myself not to worry, that there were still a few stragglers walking along the path, and they could be heading anywhere.

figure turned the corner further ahead, walking in my direction. Normally, this wouldn’t have fazed me, but all three were dressed exactly the same. Each one wore dark jeans and thick boots. A dark hoodie covered their torsos,

ressed alike, but their scents were almost identical. Masculine musk combined with something… different.

he first time since my escape.