Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 39: A Special Cake for My Love

He didn’t elaborate, of course, and only asked, “Now what?”

“I have to find some way to make the king like me,” I said as Theo and I walked back toward my room. I wished he would’ve just left this to me, but he seemed determined to be involved in every aspect of this. Maybe he wanted to make sure I didn’t mess it up.

Brook met us outside of the library, and she was very supportive of my trying to win the king’s heart again. “You could make his favorite dessert. He loves royal cherry revelry cake. Remember when you tried to make it for him last year, and you accidentally burned it?”

I didn’t remember that, of course, but I couldn’t tell her that. Theo and I knew that we were the only ones who remembered who we were. I couldn’t help but wonder what had become of Warren and Sophia.

“What do you think, my lady?” Brook asked me. “Shall the two of us head to the kitchen?” She gave Theo a look that

said that he wasn’t welcome.

“I think that’s a good idea,” I told her, but when we started to walk down the hallway, in a direction I knew would lead

us to the kitchen, Theo was walking right behind us.

“You’re going to cook?” Brook asked him. “I didn’t know that guards were capable of making cakes.”

Theo ignored her altogether and entered the kitchen.

“Hey!” Brook chased after him, and all I could do was shake my head. Hopefully, we all would forget about everything that had happened in this illusionary realm in the end.

Eventually, we made it to the kitchen. I had never been very good at cooking. As much as I tried to learn from my mother and her head cook when I was younger, it just didn’ t seem to be a skill I had much luck with.

I was better at doing things outside in nature. I could start a

fire with two sticks and cook a small animal for dinner if I

had to, but I couldn’t take a bunch of ingredients and mix them together to make a dessert to save my life.

Maybe that was exactly what I was doing now-baking a cake to save my life….

Brook got the ingredients together. Most of them I could identify-flour, sugar, butter, eggs, milk, cherries, some sort of liquor, and oil. I thought I could handle all of that. She turned the oven on to preheat.

Theo was keeping his distance at the moment and was

simply watching us. I tipped my head to the side and asked him, “Are you even going to help us?”

He said nothing, only glaring at me from a few feet away, his arms folded across his chest. His body language told me that he didn’t want anything to do with cooking or pleasing whatever king that I was supposed to impress.

“Uhm, I seem to recall this isn’t exactly for me.” I turned to see Brook was still gathering dishes and utensils. Taking a step closer to Theo, I asked, “Is this berry we’re after for me? Am I the one who needs it?”

anything to help me with this task. He didn’t seem like

open the flour and measure out three cups,” Brook said,

on the counter. Theo was in my way, and I had to lean past him. I didn’t like the heat I felt radiating off of his body. I found it distracting. Quickly, I grabbed

and started to measure it out. “Oh! You need to make sure you grease the pan first!” Brook said, and the way she said it made me think that it was an emergency, so I switched tasks, picking up the open bag of flour and moving

counter in front of

the next thing I knew, he was

him and shrieked, covering

with both hands.

the white powder had come shooting out the top, sprinkling him from the

shirt with the white

coated his eyelashes.

I did, would he grab one of the kitchen knives from behind him

**

the laugh I was fighting out, I said,

me, and Brook broke into a fit of laughing. “Serves you right!” she said, having no idea that she was actually talking to

face darkened. Before he

a towel. “Take it, so

yourself.”

he didn’t take

“What? Why?!”

the one who

pointed at him. “No, no! You’re a guard! How could you ask our lady to clean

guards and throwing him in the dungeon again,

dark hair, and it wasn’t coming off of his uniform either. He’ d

Oops!

at me out of the side of his eye. I didn’t think he was actually mad. In fact, he seemed

bowl and mix them.” Brook instructed, “Then add

some milk and oil.”

that together and then “folded” in the cherries, whatever that meant. Theo got himself a

would probably taste a lot better if you just

do this for you. I don’t have

“What’s that?”

she beamed, and Theo let

choked on his

want to do my best to make

cake out. She stuck a toothpick into

just have to let it cool, and then we can put whipped cream on top and serve it to the king. I’m

the cake and was quite astonished that I had made it almost completely by myself. It was very pretty with its red

counter near where the cake was cooling. “It’s said