Page 140 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"Do I need to do this? I mean, I’m not an Alpha…" Damon protested.

Yeah, why the fuck was he here for?

"Leave." I remarked, earning a frown from Kiara.

"Baby, what are you making?" Scarlett asked, looking annoyed as Elijah spilt some shit on her cooker. I smirked.

"He’s cooking shit by the looks of it."

Almost everyone burst into laughter as Elijah growled at me. Well, it looked like that anyway. What the fuck was that supposed to be… gravy?

"What about you, Liam, what are you making?" Raven asked, tilting her head.

Liam gave her a small smirk.

"Unlike the rest of these guys, I actually know how to make a few bits. I’m not trying to impress anyone… but it’s turning out good." He said with a small pout as he looked at his baking tray.

The fucker was making a cake. Men don’t make cake! What the hell was he? A pussy?

"Ooo Liam, are you making your Victoria sponge?" Kiara asked, leaning over the counter, her breasts spilling out of her top - well almost. She was hot as fucking hell…

"Seems like the little prissy is just another princess… Elijah were you not man enough to raise an Alpha? Look at that, you have yourself a cake baking boy." Amelia added.

These women sure were brutal. They all began laughing, although Scarlett gave her son an apologetic look. Liam rolled his eyes.

"Cooking and baking does not make me any less of a man." He stated, giving them a look.

"And I think he’s actually handling this…" Rafael murmured.

I smirked. Now there was a fucker who really was losing. He had never cooked in his fucking life, and I knew Maria never let him touch shit. Well, he was paying for it now.

"What are you making? A salad?" I asked, mockingly.

"Cutting veg takes skills." Rafael replied, sucking his thumb after his fucking fifth accident and almost slicing his finger off entirely.

"Well, I know all you men seem to talk really big. Let’s see if you are actually capable of making dinner. My… I’m glad you ladies called me to witness this. Six oafs trying to cook." Amelia remarked, sipping her tea.

The four women were sitting at the counter on the stools, and it was annoying as hell.

‘Not going to help me, Amore Mio?’

‘Nope... But if you win… I’ll give you something tonight…’ She replied suggestively. I glanced at her, feeling myself throb.

‘You’d give me that anyway…’ I replied. ‘At least fucking guide me…’

‘Sorry… How about you win and I’ll dress as a pretty little maid for you?’ She teased.

Fuck. That image was hot as fuck…

"Are you two cheating?" Raven asked sharply.

"No!" Kiara protested.

I looked at the pan that held the grilled chicken, I was trying to make some fillets to create some burgers… the image of Kiara in a tiny maid outfit was kinky…

‘Fine. You better have a good outfit.’ I growled through the link.

She smirked.

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