Chapter 104
Akira's POV
"The scars? Where did they go to?" I held his arms, examining his body, apart from the wolf tattoo on his skin, the other parts were clean like nothing was there before.
"Oh, the scars? They heal," he said nonchalantly, searching for his wears that were thrown everywhere while we were making out last night.
"That's not true, they can't just heal on their own. Even if they do heal on their own, the mark, it was supposed to be there, leaves a scar," I said not believing that those wounds would be gone like that, in less than forty-eight hours.
"Akira, I am a wolf. Wolfs heal themselves,"
"I know, Vida said that, but I still don't believe it wouldn't leave a mark, one or two would be fine, not leave it clean. Like none was there before.
"Well, my little Luna, it does happen and my Wolf didn't think leaving one would be nice, so there is no trace, all gone." That was all he said, pulled his wears, "now get up, from the bed, you should have a shower while I make you breakfast," he said with all confidence.
My brows hike, "You can cook?"
He shrugged his shoulder giving me that satisfying grin, "Hey, don’t give me that look. I’m capable of whipping up something delicious. Just sit back, relax, and prepare to be amazed."
I force a chuckle, "Okay, I’m excited to see what you come up with." He gave me a thumb before walking out of the room.
My gaze followed him till he was out of my room while my brain kept telling me that it was not possible for Wolfie's skin to stay without bruises.
After taking my bath, I dressed up, and tied my hair in a ponytail, while walking out of the room, I don't know if Wolfie knows how to cook, we have only been together for a few weeks with many days of missing each other.
He is an alpha, according to Vida. An alpha is like a king with a lot of slaves, so if he is one, I doubt, if he could cook.
I pulled the door of my room, I could hear the sounds of cupboard doors opening and closing coming from the kitchen, the faint clink of pots and pans. I listened for a while, imagining what he was doing, probably searching for items to use.
Vida and I are used to sticking labels on all our stuff, so I guess it would be easier for him to get everything he needed.
I decided to turn around when I heard the sound of water. It's like he knows what he is doing.
After a few more minutes of fixing my room, I decided to return to the kitchen, only to find Wolfie standing in front of the cooker, a deep frown on his face as he stared at a pot of water, steam rising from it.
"Wolfie?" I called, crossing my arms across my chest and leaning against the doorframe with a stoic expression. "What’s going on?"
He turned around, looking sheepish, while he ran his hand on his nape. "Okay, so...hmm..." he twitched his lips, "probably, not used to your kitchen."
I stifled my laughter. "Not used to my kitchen or not used to cooking?"
"Well, probably both," this proud Alpha, not wanting to accept that he couldn't cook, "I wanted to make coffee first," he explained, rubbing his nape. "But I couldn’t figure out how to use that fancy French press thing you have, so I ended up just boiling water... and now I don’t know what to do with it."
I couldn’t hold back my laughter when he finally admitted. I walked over to the cooker, peering at the pot of water. "So, you made hot water and no coffee?"
"Kind of," he admitted, running a hand through his already messy hair, causing it to be disheveled, making him look more handsome. "But it’s fine! I can figure this out."
"And the rest of breakfast?" I asked, eyeing the counter where I spotted an unopened bag of baking powder, milk, butter, salt sugar, a carton of eggs, and a bag of flour with some flavors and seasoning.
He followed my gaze and let out a nervous laughter. "Yeah, I was gonna make some toast and eggs... but then I saw the flour and thought, Why not pancakes? But, uh... I don’t know how to make pancakes either."
I shook my head, my grin widening. "You’ve never made pancakes?"
"I’ve never had to," he said, laughing along with me. "But I thought, I could make something for my mate, and I didn't want to order."
I smiled warmly, stepping closer to him. "You would have just told me and then we made it together,"
"I wanted to but it's embarrassing and I thought..." He paused his voice softening pointing to his phone, "I could use the internet but I guess it's a disaster."
I reached up and ruffled his hair affectionately. "You’re sweet. You should have just told me to tag along, I could show you."
His eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Yeah? You’ll show me how to make coffee and breakfast?"
I nodded. "Of course. If you want to learn?"
He beamed, looking like a kid about to learn a new game. "Yeah, and make my Luna happy."
I giggled inwardly, he wanted to learn because of me. "Okay, but they are rules." His eyes bulge and then he looks at me, having that stoic expression, "Stop frowning it's not that difficult, Alpha." He chuckled, for some reason, calling him alpha sounded so sweet on my lips. "You will have to do exactly as you are told." I grabbed the apron and threw it above his head, I noticed he wasn't wearing one, "turn around."
"Yes ma'am," I giggled inwardly before grabbing the French press and demonstrating how to scoop the coffee grounds into it, explaining each step as he watched closely. He nodded as if he was taking notice of each step. Then, with my guidance, he poured the hot water into the press, carefully pressing down the plunger.
"See? That wasn’t so hard," I said, pouring the fresh coffee into two mugs.
He nodded feeling fulfilled. "Okay, coffee, check. What’s next?"
I turned to the ingredients laid out on the counter, remembering he said something about pancakes. "How about pancakes?"
He eagerly nodded. I added the ingredients to the bowl, showing him how to mix the flour, eggs, and milk into a batter. He mimicked my movements, stirring the mixture a little too vigorously at first, causing some of the flour to puff out of the bowl and land on the counter.
"Careful!" I laughed. "You're going to make a mess, you this clumsy Alpha."
But as soon as I said that, Wolfie mischievously scooped a bit of flour into his hand and flicked it toward me, catching my cheek with a fine dusting of white powder.
"Oops," he said, his grin widening.
I gasped, feigning shock. "Oh, you did not just do that!"
His eyes twinkled with mischief. "I might have."
Before he could think twice, I grabbed a handful of flour and flung it at him, my laughter filling the kitchen as the powder clouded the air.
Wolfie sputtered, wiping flour from his face. "Okay, that’s it!" He lunged forward, grabbing more flour and launching it in my direction.
Within moments, the kitchen was a battlefield of flour, both of us laughing uncontrollably as we threw handfuls at each other. The kitchen was turning into a mess.
I collapsed against the counter, breathless from laughter, my face and clothes dusted with flour. Wolfie didn't escape it as well, his clothes were coated with the flour. He leaned against the sink, grinning from ear to ear.
"You should stop we got breakfast to make,"
"That's right," he said looking at me, "you know you are fun to be with, you like an angel." I look at him lost. "Will you come back to the office?" I parted my lips to say something, "I know I might be a handful, but I promise this time, I will turn my arrogance down a bit, I want you back at the office, and I want you to be my plus one," he pointed at the invitation on the table.
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