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Tranquil Tales с 2025-12-19 · видео · 🇬🇧 английский
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Ten years ago, I loved him enough to burn. Now he hid a pregnancy test, Mike, my Alpha brother, a necklace. I pushed the cake toward them. “Your order.” Their titles, not their names, left my lips. I met Adrian’s eyes. “I forgot nothing. I simply healed.” Ten years after being cast out by my family, my mate, and my pack, I met my former Alpha mate and brother by adoption in a small town. After all these years apart, one had become a decorated Alpha warrior, the other a high-ranking Alpha—and I was just running a tiny coffee shop. The moment our eyes met, both men froze for a long time. Then Adrian hid the pregn@ncy test in his hand behind his back, and Mike slipped the jewelry he'd bought for his sister into his pocket. I lowered my gaze, packed up the cake and coffee, and handed them over politely. "Here you are, Alphas." The overly distant address made both of them falter for a second. As they pushed open the door to leave, Adrian suddenly turned around and asked, "You said you'd never bake desserts again for the rest of your life, didn't you?" I smiled politely. "Just something foolish I said in anger." The sound of children laughing and playing outside drifted in faintly through the glass door, but it couldn't break the stagnation inside the shop. The two Alphas who'd teamed up to have me cast out from the pack all those years ago still stood at the cash register, refusing to leave. Adrian clutched the box of macarons and coffee, his throat worked, "Eden's having bad morning sickness. We're bringing her to stay south of the pack for a while." "Your mother… came with us too." "Would you like to see her?" I shook my head as I wiped the counter. "No need. Give my regards to Luna Juliet." Pausing, I added, "Or don't mention it at all—better to avoid misunderstandings." My foster brother Mike's knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip, "Hazel, all these years we—" "Hazel!" A girl with dyed green hair bounced through the door, threw her arms around mine, and sho

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