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?”

something told me he wasn’t actually going to do anything

out three cups,” Brook said, gesturing at where she’d set the bowl

didn’t like the heat I felt radiating off of his body. I found it distracting. Quickly, I grabbed the utensil I needed and got back into my own

of flour and started to measure it out. “Oh! You need to make sure you grease the pan first!” Brook said, and the way she

the counter in front

thing I knew, he was

look at him and shrieked, covering

with both hands.

bag down, a bunch of the white powder had come shooting out the top, sprinkling him from the top

front of his shirt with the white substance.

coated his eyelashes.

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

**

than letting the laugh I was fighting out, I said, “I’m so sorry about

fit of laughing. “Serves you right!” she said, having no idea that

face darkened. Before he could

a towel. “Take it, so

yourself.”

didn’t take

“What? Why?!”

the one who caused this,” he

at him. “No, no! You’re a guard! How could

the dungeon again, I sighed and told Brook, “Uh…

widened in disbelief while I did my best to get the flour off of his face. But I couldn’t get it all out of his dark hair, and it wasn’t coming off of his uniform either. He’ d probably need to take a shower later. But then,

Oops!

eye. I didn’t think he was actually mad. In fact, he seemed to have

ingredients in that bowl

some milk and oil.”

cherries, whatever that meant. Theo

lot better if you just made it for me,

no, my lady. I cannot do this for you. I don’t have the most important ingredient to

“What’s that?”

course!” she beamed, and Theo

choked on

king, I did want to do my best to make it so

cake out. She stuck a toothpick into the middle of it and pulled it out

done!” she declared. “Now, we just have to let it cool, and then we can put whipped cream on top and serve it to the king. I’m sure this will win a spot in his

at the cake and was quite astonished that I had made it almost completely by myself.

special cake,” Brook said, leaning back against the counter near where the cake was cooling. “It’s said that whoever bakes it must insist that the one