Breakfast in Bed for Marsai

Fenrir's POV

Breakfast. I could make her breakfast!

Sighing contentedly, I walked straight in the direction I hoped was the kitchen, on my way to prepare breakfast for my wife. I liked the sound of that.

Okay. Cooking…I have to make 'food'. Edible food.

I don't know how to cook. Heavens have mercy! I can't imagine that it was after I had already messed up the kitchen, that I so conveniently remember I don't know the first thing about cooking.

Sighing, I looked around dejectedly. Running my hands through my already messy hair, I heaved another deep breath. What do I do now? Should I ask for help? No, Fenrir! If you do that, it will be more embarrassing for her to find out you took all the credit for someone's else's cooking than for her to know that you don't even know how to cook.

Goodness! This was harder than I thought! But the Chefs...they make it look so easy, like just put a pot on the fire, throw things in, eggs, vegetables, and the whole lot. Cover the pot and in a few minutes, voila! You open it and there's a delicious meal staring at you.

Well, I guess that's not how it REALLY works.

"Come on, Fenrir. You can do this" I tried motivating myself. Yes, I could. It's just breakfast right? What could be so hard about making a simple breakfast?

I sighed as I donned on a clean apron. Again.

I ran my hands through my hair and wondered what to make. Something simple yet delicious. I tried not to look at the mess I had already created trying to make a simple yet delicious meal. I should feel sorry for whoever is cleaning this up.

Okay, I have to focus.

I needed something simple. Something like…. omelette. Yes! I'll make an Omelette. Even I can manage that, right?

I wasn't so sure how it was done but I had a vague Idea. Grabbing a bowl I broke three eggs and started to beat it with a whisk, turning it white and frothy. things were looking great. I proceeded to put a pan on fire and melted butter in it…okay, not bad. I smiled when I saw the process.

I started cutting up Vegetables of the sort for the filling and added them to the egg that I poured into the pan.
Taking a quick sniff…I found out, it didn't smell bad. Okay, that better be a good sign! In a few more minutes of folding the fillings into the egg and folding it over—I was done. And praise the heavens! It looked amazing. Way to go, Fenrir.

I arranged everything on a plate and put it in a tray. I was just putting the finishing touches on my masterpiece when I heard a gasp behind me. Turning around, I came face to face with two rather lovely women that looked almost identical. Dark long hair and deep green eyes that reminded me of someone…And why the hell were they looking at me like that?

"I…umm…" the first one stammered, turning to look at the second one who looked rather shocked.

"Who are you?" I asked with a slight frown and they cleared their throats.

"Milord," they chorused as they curtsied.

"I am Elena," the first one said, arranging her apple green velvet dress as she passed me a rather warm smile. "This is my twin sister Leah, we're—"

"Marsai's Friends?" I interrupted to see them nod. I thought as much. No wonder they looked familiar, these were Rudolph sisters. Rudolph sisters who were making me feel uncomfortable.

"Well…she's asleep in the Alpha chambers," I said turning back to the food I had placed on the tray. I was trying so hard to hide my embarrassment. I didn't know they'd be here so early! I had told Rudolph to bring them after breakfast time. What part of after breakfast time didn't he understand? Ugh! Just keep your cool, Fenrir.

I still felt their hot gaze on me. I didn't want to turn and I didn't know what else to do than stand there, fiddling with the fork and knife and feeling utterly stupid.

Elena's POV

Oh, my Goodness! Is this him? Is this the Monster Alpha, everyone was talking about? I checked him out with my peripheral vision, a smile spreading on my lips.

How is it that everyone described him as the devil, making him look as ruthless as their descriptions, but failed to say how utterly and breathtakingly good-looking he was?

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice deep and husky and I couldn't help but look at those…lips, and eyebrows. My eyes roamed his whole outfit and how suitable it was on his gorgeous frame.. Damn! I've never seen anyone look this hot in an apron.

"Milord." I and Leah chorused as we curtsied. I glanced at Leah and saw the deep-set frown on her face. I knew that she was not happy with this man, neither was I but…that was until I knew he looked like this!

"I am Elena and this is my older twin sister, Leah we're—"

"Marsai's Friends?" He interrupted and we nodded.

He went ahead to tell us that Marsai was in the Alpha chambers. Wait…first of all, why was she in the Alpha chambers, and not in her room? And why was the Alpha of our pack in an apron? Cooking? The Monster Alpha precisely. The Alpha that Leah could have sworn to be the spawn of the devil or a demon of some sort. And who exactly was he cooking for?

"Umm…Alpha if I may ask, who..is that for?" I asked, pointing to the nice-looking omelet on the tray he held in his hands.

I saw him fidget for a second. He frowned again and then cleared his throat. "It's um…it's for no one." He said firmly, and Leah and I blinked at each other.

"Well then," Leah said, "if you would please excuse us, Milord." She bowed and walked away. I honestly didn't want to go, I mean…goodness! Is this really the man? The same man that I heard about?

No offense Marsai, but you were very lucky that this was your husband. At least, you did later marry an omega trash.

I knew it was probably bad for me to think this way. I know that this man…Fenrir, my brother, Rudolph referred to him as Alpha Fenrir. I know he murdered Marsai's parents, the late Luna and Alpha, putting our pack in jeopardy, and that he forced her to be his wife but….he honestly didn't look bad, at all. In fact he looked so…so…yummmy!

"Yes?" He frowned at me and I immediately realized I had been staring. Slightly embarrassed to be caught drooling over my friend's husband, I gave an awkward now, and walked away.

Fenrir's POV

I try to do something nice and I end up embarrassing myself. I feel so stupid in this apron, holding a tray like a total idiot.

Why the hell, where they even…ugh!

I couldn't take the food to Marsai now, I couldn't bring myself to go up there with her friends around her. I don't want to embarrass myself even more. The way they stared at me like I had been egged in the face or something…and why was that other one, what's her name? Elena is it? Why was her gaze so intense? She looked as if she wanted to strip me with her eyes.

I had never felt this…stupid all my life. I hated this emotion, I couldn't help but blame it on…Marsai. It was all because of her—it was ALL for her.

I sighed as I looked down at my omelet, the perfect….well, almost perfect breakfast I had created for Marsai. The omelet I was going to give to my wife. I had been proud of myself and what I had created and now…I wasn't so sure. I continued to look at it. Maybe, maybe I should just throw it away.