Sold 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

open the flour and measure out three cups,” Brook said, gesturing at where she’d

Theo was in my way, and I had to lean past him. I didn’t like the heat I felt radiating off of his

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 said it made me think that it was an emergency, so I switched

counter in front of Theo

him and shrieked, covering my

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

wanted to laugh, but if I did, would he grab one of the kitchen knives from behind him and plunge it

**

I was fighting

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

again, I handed him a towel. “Take it, so that you can

he didn’t take it. “You do

“What? Why?!”

who

him. “No, no! You’re a guard! How could you ask our

prevent Brook from calling other guards and throwing him in the dungeon again, I sighed and told Brook, “Uh… he

the flour off of his face. But I couldn’t get it all out of his dark hair, and it wasn’t

Oops!

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

now, let’s put all the dry ingredients in that bowl and mix them.” Brook instructed, “Then add an egg and some milk and

then “folded” in the cherries, whatever that meant. Theo got

lot better if you just made it for me,

do this for you. I don’t have the most

“What’s that?”

let out

it wasn’t true that I loved the king, I did want to do my best

the timer on the stove beeped, and Brook pulled the cake out. She stuck a toothpick into

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

I had made it almost completely by myself. It was very pretty with its red swirls through