The Alpha Wants Everything Book 2 The Devil's Baker

Adonis wandered the town for a little bit, he had some time to kill before he had to be at the bakery. He overheard pieces of conversations from some of the town folk. ‘Did you hear what Kenzi did this time?’ ‘How does Patrick let her get away with that behaviour?’ ‘There’s something wrong with that girl.’ Listening to it all just angered him further. These people should mind their own fucking business! What did she do? Enjoy herself dancing, she didn’t hurt anybody, she negotiated for her fries! Owner should have just gave them to her! Odin grumbling in his head wasn’t helping his mood. He did catch curious looks, he was a stranger in this town, his height made him stand out even more. No one really knew him, though judging by the looks on a few faces they were aware of who he was. Blending would definitely be out of the question. He moved away from all the people though he could still feel their eyes on him.

He was also fighting the pull he felt to get to the bakery immediately, he fought it for as long as he could. He truly did not understand how the baker had this effect on him. Your mate was only supposed to have that effect on you, not some strange girl he wants to run his teeth over. I’m all for running my teeth over her too! Down horny mutt! Says the horny man! Plus there was Odin’s odd behaviour. The moment he saw her, there was something that was drawing them to her. Her body dancing in his mind, her bewitching silver eyes, how they sparkled in the sun. Her sun kissed skin, and those lips. They beckoned him, called to him, dared him to taste them, he wanted them, he has never wanted to feel a woman’s lips under his more than hers. Maybe he could break his rule this one time. They are meant to be broken after all! All his wandering lost in thought he ended up standing in front of Sweet Talk Bakery. What the fuck? That was not the plan, he still had thirty minutes before he had to meet the bitch named Kiara. Do we get to have the baker now? No Odin! You said baker then mate! No you said baker then mate, but you’re forgetting about the whore! You keep thinking about the baker! I don’t understand, she is not our mate! But she excites us! Yes she does! You said we could have her! No I didn’t! You didn’t not say we could!

Odin was right, he didn’t say no to the baker. Maybe if he did sample the little baker it would get her out of his system and off his mind. Take what he so clearly needs from her and be done with it. Then he could focus back on finding his mate and a home for his pack. Walking into the bakery, the heavenly aroma of fresh baked bread filled him. Drawing him further inside, he took a moment to take it all in. Shelves were neatly organized and fully stocked. They offered a variety of different breads, buns, and baguettes. Something for everyone really. Cake and cookie mixes, where people could just add their own wet ingredients. There was also something else in the air, a whisper of a scent. He had a hard time getting a lock on what it was, but it tantilized him, filling him with a sense of warmth, familiarity, but he couldn’t place it, he just knew he wanted it.

“You’re early!” He heard a high pitched squeal behind him, and he immediately cringed.

“It appears you are as well, Kiara I assume.” He fought to hide the contempt in his voice as he turned around to face her. He took in all of her. Long straight golden blonde hair, he preferred dark, exotic and wavy. Blonde did not make him want to run his fingers through it. Her eyes were large to big for her face, round and blue. Bland, boring, basic blue surrounded by overly long and clearly fake lashes caked in mascara. Nothing stood out besides the amount of makeup she used to try and draw some interest to them.

He liked captivating, enchanting something that would entice him, like silver. Her lips were full, but her mouth was wide like a bottom feeding catfish and the colour was an unnatural stained bright red. They didn’t make him want to break his rules, they were the reason he had the rules. She looks like a red lipped sucker fish! Adonis fought to keep his face straight after that comment. He liked the more natural look of crimson lips. If they were to go a round in the sack, he would end up wearing more of her make up then she would. The idea was unappealing to him. Completely turned off by the thought, he could even feel Odin shuddering in his head. She wore a low cut top, revealing everything she was given, he will admit she had a decent sized bust, but that was the only thing going for her. Baker’s are bigger! Odin! Tell me I’m lying….! Adonis had nothing to say to that. That’s right, you can’t, so when do we take the baker? Odin! Her short second skin skirt showed off her long tanned legs, but he was left unimpressed with the she-twit. She seemed to like what she saw though, her eyes lit up the more she looked at him. Crossing his arms over his chest a scowl slipped across his face as he waited for her to finish eyeing him like a piece of man meat.

“Are you finished?” He finally asked, drawing her out of whatever fantasy she was having in her head. He could smell her arousal and it was nauseating and his scowl deepened.

“We could have a lot of fun together” she purred as she ran her fingers over his arm. Forcing himself not to recoil from her touch he stayed in his spot. His top lip pulled back into a slight grimace. You can bite her Odin! Eww! Traitor! Whores taste worse than bitches and really give me heartburn! He didn’t hide the half grin at that and her face lit up more thinking he was smiling at her invitation for fun. Fucker! Have fun with the red lipped bottom feeding succuwhore! He could hear Odin laughing in his head. Slipping her hand into his she forced him to hold it while they headed to the counter where they would be brought cakes to taste.

“Excuse me we have an appointment to taste cakes” The entitlement Adonis heard in her voice made him cringe and his top lip curled back again as he pulled his hand from hers. Oh good, an entitled bottom feeding succuwhore! He thought. The older woman, maybe early fifties, turned to look at them. She held a pleasant smile on her face though slightly forced as she asked for the name. She too apparently caught the note of entitlement. Though he was curious as to why the woman pretended she didn’t know who the she-whore was.

“Kiara Leland” Kiara answered, Adonis saw the small eye roll she gave the woman, but he stood there quietly, waiting. He felt her press more into him and he fought the urge to push her off and settled for pulling further away. To no avail it seemed she followed him like a puppy, her hand running down his chest caused his skin to crawl. Trying to keep control over his growing agitation, Odin huffing in his head wasn’t helping, he moved further away from the she-whore.

“You’re a little early, but give me a minute I’ll see if your cakes are ready” The older woman had watched what was going on and now carried a rather amused expression as she walked from behind the counter and headed towards a door at the back and disappeared. ….grrrRrrrr…. letting out the low warning growl he was holding, but it didn’t seem to stop Kiara from touching him.

“It’s ok baby, that stupid woman is gone. How did she not know who I was?” She said, stroking his chest. Baby! You have got to be fucking kidding me? He thought, as he tried to move even further away from her, but she latched on to him. He prayed they weren’t staying at the packhouse. Though it was customary for visiting Alphas to stay at the host’s packhouse, he didn’t want to. Maybe there was a hotel in town they could stay at, where this fucking vile girl wouldn’t be able to touch him. Maybe we could invite the baker to our room? Enough with the baker, we need to focus on this meeting! Though he had to admit the idea had merit.

Kiara started moving her hand lower down his chest again, past his midsection, pressing in and feeling his abs under his tight t-shirt.

“Stop!” He warned. Choosing to ignore his warning she proceeded to move her hand lower and lower. Hooking her thumb under the waist of his jeans and gracefully swept her fingers over him. Brushing slightly at first then growing more noticeable. His body stiffened at the initial contact, but he could feel himself starting to grow hard beneath the dark blue denim he wore. An image of the baker flashed through his mind and for the briefest of moments he wished it was her touching him. What the fuck? He grabbed her wrist squeezing tightly forcing her to stop. He didn’t like being petted in public, and if he did he most certainly didn’t want this whore doing it. She released a whimper as the pressure he applied to her wrist increased, then he let go.

“I said stop!” He growled between clenched teeth. Daddy must be so proud of his little bottom feeding succuwhore! Odin mused in his head.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he moved away before he strangled her.

“What’s the matter baby?” She purred at him.

“You must realize I am not your mate!” His tone hard, rough and slightly edgy when he spoke back to her,

“We could be mates! Why wait for some forced match?” She replied, moving closer to him.

“You don’t want to be with the one created for you?” Adonis asked, standing taller, more dominant. The power and authority oozing off of him acted as an aphrodisiac, drawing her more to him. He was repulsed by the lust he saw in her eyes.

“Why? I might be mated to someone low in stature like a pathetic Omega, or worse an unworthy human. No, I would rather find my own mate, an Alpha then our pups would be strong and pure. Their blood wouldn’t be tainted.” She purred again at him. I pity the poor bastard mated to her! I wouldn’t, she did them a favour! What? She rejected them! Them? Her first and her second chance! Stupid bitch! Thinking about what she said for the briefest of moments, he wanted his mate, the one created for him. An Alpha was strong, a mated Alpha was stronger, But an Alpha mated to his true, was unstoppable. He wanted unstoppable, he had plans, but he only wanted them with his true mate, not some sloppy second. This stupid idiot doesn’t seem to understand how the blood of an Alpha works. The second his blood enters his mate, during the Luna Ceremony, it turns the mate’s blood to Alpha blood as well, the blood line won’t be tainted. There is also a slight chance that it can turn a human into a wolf, if the blood that flows through the Alpha is strong enough, but that is very rare.

Though he shared most of her opinion of the human species, he held one exception and that was mates, like his. When he finally found her, he would make sure she never got lost again.

“Who better to pick than The Devil.” Her voice dropped an octave as she tried to put a seductive purr to it; the only thing it accomplished was making him grimace. Pick, she thinks she’s picking me? Lucky you!

“You and I will be strong together” Her voice pulled him from his conversation with Odin, but it was the feel of her touching him again that caused his anger to boil. She snuggled into his chest leaning into him, she wrapped his arms around her.

“See we fit nicely together” she purred again snuggling in closer to him. His flesh crawled, her touch was wrong, he recoiled his face from her hair, her scent was revolting. He did not like this at all, she was not his mate. Unfortunately at this time he couldn’t do much about it, with his pack waiting for him on the other side of the Rockies, it was just him and his Gamma in town, maybe he would send for his Beta, Delta and a handful of his warriors. He only needed a handful, to deal with this pack, should it come to that.

“You’re not much of a talker!” Again her sniveling voice intruded upon his thoughts. He was not only growing more agitated at the bitch he was growing impatient with her as well. Unwrapping himself from her clutches he once more moved away from her. This was insulting to him, to have someone hang off of him. The desperation that rolled off her was pungent, he felt bile rising in his throat. Where the fuck is the damn woman with the cake? He thought. As if reading his mind she exited out of the back room holding a tray.

“Sorry for the wait, you can start on these and the next tray will be ready and brought out shortly” The older woman said, with the same pleasant smile on her face as she set the tray down in front of them. He couldn’t help but be amazed at what he saw in front of him. Twelve elegantly decorated little sample size cakes lined the tray. Each smelled differently. He caught hints of blueberry, strawberry, vanilla, ginger and lemon, among others.

“There’s supposed to be 24 total” He heard Kiara saying to the woman behind the counter.

“They will be ready shortly and be brought out when they are” She restated more slowly this time making sure Kiara heard and understood what she was saying. Though the pleasant smile never left her face, the look in her eyes was unamused. Adonis looked away to hide the smile on his face at the patronizing tone the sales clerk took with Kiara.

“How hard is it to frost small pieces of cake?” Kiara asked, her tone condescending and a touch insulting.

“Well when they all need to be frosted, iced and decorated differently, it is time consuming, but if you think you can do a better job, then you are more than welcome to head back to the kitchen and try your hand at it. If not then here’s a fork and have fun sampling the cakes that were so elegantly and masterfully prepared for you” again the smile never left the older woman’s face as she thrust a fork in Kiara’s hand.

“Here is a list of the cakes you’ll be sampling today, you can match the number markers here.” She addressed Adonis, handing him the paper and a fork. He could see a glint of sympathy on her face towards him and he fought to control the smile that threatened to reveal itself. She left the counter, he assumed to get away from throttling Kiara. The snobbish girl had know idea how close she was to getting her head bounced off the counter several times, and it wouldn’t have been him that did it. It would however be very entertaining to watch and he would thoroughly enjoy it.

“She has to be the rudest person I have ever met, it’s a wonder how this place is still in business” Kiara huffed beside him. Because of the delicious baker in the back! Odin replied in the back of his mind.

He wasn’t really in the mood to sample cake, but it didn’t stop the bitch from shoving fork after fork in his mouth. Why did the woman even give him a fork, when it appeared he did not even need it. Unless he were to use it as a weapon, the thought did cross his mind, as he looked at the four sharp tines. It wouldn’t be that difficult to plunge it deep into the whores neck and leave her to bleed out on the floor. Then he could walk back into the kitchen and take the baker.

“This one’s ok….I guess. It’s not as gross as the others,” Kiara’s whiny voice pulled him from his homicidal fantasy. She shoved another piece of cake in his mouth. I’m gonna kill her, if she shoves one more piece of cake in my mouth, I’m gonna snap and turn fantasy into reality! He thought, gripping tighter to his fork. The only good side to being force fed cake, they were delicious. Each one melted in his mouth. The frosting was decadent, the cake was moist, the aromas tantalized him and the flavour was harmonious. No wonder the little baker was written up in so many travel magazines, she was a magician in the kitchen.

“Kenzi!” Maggie said as she walked back into the kitchen after bringing them the first tray of cake. Kenzi was dancing around her kitchen in her usual style, her hips swaying, singing happily to herself. She didn’t have the greatest voice, but she liked to sing along to the songs. Being back in the kitchen, she didn’t have to assault anybody with her horrible voice. Maggie approached her cautiously from behind. The last time somebody startled Kenzi while she was busy in the kitchen singing and dancing they got hit with a pot.

“Kenzi!” Maggie called louder. Still no response, moving around her to stand in front so she could be seen.

“KENZI!” Maggie yelled, the little girl snapped her head up looking in her direction.

“Hi Maggie!” She greeted her, with a joyful smile. Maggie made the motion for her to take her headphones out. And her eyes shot wide when she realized what she wanted. Pulling her headphones off after she paused her song.

“Sorry Maggie!” Kenzi apologized, a sheepish expression on her face.

“That’s alright, honey child. Is the second tray finished? We have a very impatient customer.” Maggie beamed a genuine smile back at her.

“Almos, jus fin-nis-shing the last cake!” Kenzi went back to the cake, still humming the song she was just singing.

“Great, can you bring it out dear? If I have to talk to her again, her terrible manners are going to cause me to do something I won’t regret” Maggie had the patience of a saint, so if a customer aggravated her then they must really be bad.

“Sure thing Maggie!” Kenzi laughed, her silver eyes sparkled as she looked at her. Though there was a twenty five year age difference between them, Maggie was Kenzi’s best friend. There were only a handful of people that actually spoke to her, Maggie and her husband Patrick being two of them.

“Thank you honey child! I’m going to take a break.” Kenzi nodded her head again, her grin getting bigger, Maggie squeezed her arm and walked out the back door, so she didn’t have to go through the bakery and face the self-entitled little twit again.

Finished with the final cake and gently placing it on the tray, Kenzi quickly washed her hands, only to realize that they were going to be multi-coloured when she presented them with the final twelve cakes. Hazards of the job, shrugging her shoulders, she picked up the tray and started moving towards the front of the bakery. Being careful not to spill it she only looked up when she cleared the door to the kitchen. It wouldn’t have been the first time she dropped a tray because of that door. She wasn’t a clutz per say, but she had her moments and the fights with the kitchen door was one of them. The darn thing almost always won too, not today though. Small vi-vic….vis….yay! She thought as the smile on her face got bigger. Dancing her way across the bakery to the couple standing at the counter, her breath caught in her throat and she could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The closer she got to him the more they danced. Oh my! Mr. Spiky Black Hair stood there, he still held a displeased look on his handsome face and it was only getting worse by the second. She could hear a muffled voice talking to him but from where she stood she didn’t see who it was or hear what they were saying. Judging by the look on his face and how tight he was clutching that fork they better stop.

Leaning on the counter looking over the list of cakes they were given, one name really caught his attention. Devil’s Joy! What kind of cake is that? I don’t know, but for some reason I am excited to find out! A cake just for him. Having yet another piece of cake shoved in his mouth and listening to the wretch degrade it, he couldn’t help but wonder if she had no taste at all. He would feel sorry for her, if he didn’t despise her so much. Feeling Odin stirring with excitement once again, he looked up from the counter and saw the baker coming out of the kitchen. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun that sat on top of her head exposing her delicate slender neck. It also exposed sleek and elegant elven ears he had ever seen. The dainty tip they came to, he could envision himself running his thumbs over. She’s perfect! Odin cooed in his head. What? She’s not our mate! She could be, I want her to be, I want her! Adonis couldn’t deny that he wanted her too. He watched her very carefully navigate around the door, watching the victory smile spread across her face when she cleared it. He couldn’t help the one that started to spread across his face when he saw her.

He wanted to run his hands over her body, tangle his fingers in her hair. He so desperately wanted to break his rule and taste her lips. Bet she tastes like baked goods! He could see her multicoloured fingers and she had a swipe of chocolate across her right cheek. Even better, a chocolate coated baker. Tasty! Settle down Odin, what has gotten into you? The baker, I want her! The closer she came the more excited Odin became. She was so small and tiny, pocket sized really. She’s perfectly perfect. I want her, she’s ours, claim her! How would we not crush her? We’ll figure it out, quick, claim her before someone else does! What? Are you serious? Claim her! Odin barked at him. He was lost in his head, lost in the presence of her. His eyes moved with her, transfixed by her and the fluid movements her body made as she danced across the bakery. With Odin pushing to claim the baker and his want to do it, he would sporadically sniff the air. He was hoping for that one smell that would make his want reality, but he could only smell the bakery. He made one small move and then his trance was shattered when another forkful of cake was shoved in his face, drawing his focus from her. Silently cursing he glared at Kiara, his grip tightening on his fork again.

Placing the next tray of cake on the counter next to them, she smiled brightly at him. She’s even more perfect up close….CLAIM HER NOW! His wolf was demanding this girl, but he couldn’t smell her, her scent was masked by whatever deliciousness sat on that tray in front of her. BACON!

“Hello again!” She said, her melodious voice penetrating through his anger calming him instantly causing him to loosen his grip on the fork he was white knuckling.

“Hello yourself!” He replied, his tone softening, his body relaxing, he found himself leaning more into the counter. He was trying hard to fight the urge to be close to her, and he was losing. His own body was betraying him, his own body fighting him. What was this tiny dancing enchantress doing to him?

“How are things?” She asked, looking from him to Kiara. No, he wanted all her attention, but it was Kiara that spoke first.

“These are fine, not the greatest really. I’m sure I could find something better in a back alley. These ones are too dry, that ones too sweet, and these ones are just gross.” Adonis could sense the jealousy coming off the bitch standing next to him.

“Oh ok! I’m sorry, maybe this ness tray will has sum-thing you like.” He caught the note of concern and sadness that her cakes weren’t up to standard.

“Probably not, I don’t know how this bakery is still open for business. The front end staff are rude, and you really don’t know how to bake. You also have chocolate on your face” Kenzi looked down at the counter, the smile she had falling, swallowing the sadness that bubbled up inside her, taking a deep breath she placed her gorgeous smile back on her face, before she looked at them again. He saw the flash of pain through her eyes, but as quick as it was there it vanished. Adonis couldn’t help but look at Kiara, the hatred he felt for her intensifying. The sad look he saw on the baker’s delicate face even for the briefest of moments made him upset. What the fuck is wrong with this bitch? He no longer cared if this meeting went well. She took the tray they already sampled from and placed it on the counter behind her, seeing her reflection in one of the metal cake pans she cleaned the chocolate swipe from her cheek. Silently counting in her head, focusing on something happy. No one wants to be burdended with sadness, it’s selfish! She told herself. She moved the tray she just brought out closer to them.

“I’m not in the mood for cake anymore, you’re not very good and should really just stop pretending to be a baker. You have no concept or understanding of what tastes good and you’re messy.” Kiara looked her up and down, sizing her up, one hit and she could take her out. The scornful tone she took against the baker took Adonis by surprise, but what surprised him more was that the baker stood there and took it, the smile never leaving her face, it was like she was expecting it. Why the hell would our baker take this shit? Odin was getting upset the more Kiara attacked her. Why the fuck would she expect it? Was a question he wanted to know.

“We should leave now, ugly sluts really don’t know anything about baking. You should really find something you’re good at, away from people so they don’t have to look at you or your disfigured face.” Kiara fired another insult at her, the baker’s smile just got brighter, even though he could hear the slight hitch of each breath she brought into her lungs and saw the slight tremble in her hands. His heart broke for her, she was fighting to keep control, fighting to push it all down and conceal it. How many times has his baker had to do this? His grip tightened on the fork again, he’s had more than enough now, humans might not be his favourite species, but that was uncalled for. Standing to his full height, he turned to face Kiara.

“I’m going to stay, but you need to leave. Your behaviour has left me less than impressed. If this is how you treat strangers, it makes me wonder how you’d treat your own people. Tell your father my answer to his proposition….is no.” The authority that came off him filled the room, at that moment he seemed to double in size. Kenzi saw Kiara whimper but she made no move to leave.

“B...bu...but baby….” Kiara started, as she stepped towards him.

“LEAVE!” He commanded a flash of dancing flame in his eyes, Kenzi jumped a little at the dominance she felt in the room, but she never took her eyes off spiky black hairs back. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to wrap her arms around him and say it was ok. It was ok, she was used to the words people spoke to her, she wasn’t pretty she knew that, it’s why she stayed in the back.

Adonis watched as Kiara quickly moved to leave the bakery, he rolled his shoulders, taking a few deep breaths, he turned back to the counter, that’s when he saw it. The tattoo on the back of her neck, three lilies, three intricate lilies, one blue and two amethyst on each side with an intricate vine detail. It can’t be! She can be! No, anyone can have that tattoo! She’s anyone! She’s….! When the door to the bakery was pulled open her scent filled the air. Lavender and green apples swirled around him, drawing him to her. Not only would he get to sample his baker, but he gets to keep his baker. She’s his, his tiny dancing baker. Odin was howling with joy in his head. MATE! Claim her, claim our mate! It made sense now, why they were so drawn to her.

“Where are you going with those?” He asked, she had taken the tray and was moving away from the counter with it. His voice startled her and she squeaked a little, almost dropping the tray she was holding. What was that? We made her squeak! That was fucking adorable! Yes it was! Make her do it again! Maybe later! He still sounded slightly angry when he spoke, his voice husky and sharp and laced with contempt.

“Oh um, I th-th-ou-ght cause your f-fi-fian….girlfriend lef.…” she started to say, when she turned back around to face him, the look he saw on her face, it wasn’t quite fear, more a look of concern and wariness. She watched him but never looked directly at him, she wasn’t afraid of him, he didn’t really know what she was doing. Keeping her face slightly turned away from him, he realized then she was hiding her scar from his view. She didn’t want him to see it. Why?

“Not my fiance, nor my girlfriend. Someone like that will never be either. I am repulsed by behaviour like that. This was a business meeting, but I won’t associate myself with people who degrade others for fun.” He cut her off. She continued to stand there for a few seconds, not really knowing what he just said, but he seemed upset by how the mean girl treated her and she carefully moved back towards him and placed the tray down. Re-re-p-pp-ul….! She didn’t know what that meant, but it didn’t sound good and for whatever reason she didn’t want him to feel that way about her, so she did her best to keep her scar hidden from him. He noticed the leather cuffs that adorned her little wrists. The intricate embossed pattern of wolves catching his attention.

“Those are unique!” He commented, looking at them. His posture had softened with how near she was to him, calming the beast in his head as well.

“Thank you!” Pulling her hands from the counter she hid them behind her back. Placing a simple smile on her face, it wasn’t as genuine as the one earlier, it failed to reach her eyes, they were no longer dancing like they were when he first saw her.

“I’m sorry about the way she acted, she shouldn’t have treated you that way. And you shouldn’t accept being treated that way” Adonis apologized, he had a feeling his baker went through something like that a lot. He just didn’t understand why she would take it.

“It’s ok!” She went to move away from the counter, to leave him to try the cakes in peace. Stop her! Odin barked.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice was calm and soothing, stopping her in her tracks, he didn’t want her to leave anymore than Odin did. And the thought of losing his mate for the second time filled him with panic.

“Um….” not having an answer for that question, her smile faltered a bit, but never left her face.

“I am not tasting cake by myself, and I might have questions” He said, she nodded her head and went back to the counter.

“Adonis Bradshaw” He held out his hand for her to take,

“Kenzi Templeton” She replied, accepting his hand without hesitation. Shocks coursed through her the second his skin came in contact with hers, the butterflies worked up into a frenzy now. Feeling the tiny jolts of electricity flowing up her arm, she arched her dainty eyebrow, cocking her head slightly at their hands. She’s only ever felt something like that once before, holding off the shiver that wanted to tear through her at the contact, her eyes brightened.

“Which one of these smells like bacon?” He asked, taking his hand back and motioning with his fork, her reaction to what she felt thrilled him, most would have recoiled not understanding, she seemed more curious about it and held tighter to his hand. Her smile was bigger on her face and more genuine.

“This one! It’s a maple cream cheese frosting, toppded with candied bacon on a vanilla whisky cake.” she replied,

“You bake with booze?” He asked, his mouth watering at what she just described.

“All the tine, whisky, cognac, brandy, sherry, bourbon, I tried with tequila once, it di-dint turn out so good. So I’m not doing that again,” she answered, her little nose scrunched as she shook her head and leaned more into the counter. Fucking adorable….kiss her! Slow Odin! Mate Adonis! Human Odin! FUCK!

“You bake with bourbon?” His smile getting bigger, he found himself leaning closer to her, to her scent.

“It’s more than jus a yummy drink on bad days,” her silver eyes once more danced as she looked up at him.

“You drink bourbon?” She was surprising him,

“Only on bad days” she replied, restating her previous statement. He didn’t want to know, but couldn’t help but wonder how many bad days his little baker had. No more, now that we have found her. She’ll never have a bad day again! Odin vowed.

He sampled the cake, the flavours danced across his tongue, the sweetness of the maple, mixing with the saltiness of the bacon, the moist cake all brought together by the whisky.

“That’s really good!” He commented, he’s not a big fan of dessert, but she just might convert him. He sampled a few more cakes, each one more delicious than the last, but there was one he was really curious about. Before he got to it he wanted to find out more about her. A big question was on his mind, he wanted to know about any potential competition he might have.

“Your boyfriend must love dessert!” He commented, he hoped she would say she didn’t have one, but he figured that was all it would be, she was gorgeous, why wouldn’t she?

“No, not really. Well he does-dint like mine anyway. He does-dint like my cooking eizer. Says I should jus stop trying to do both, cause I’m not very good at it.” She replied with her face scrunching a little. He watched as she rotated the tray so the cakes he hadn’t tried yet were closer to him. Is this whole town full of idiots with no taste? If she cooks anything like she bakes, he would never leave the house. He’s gonna be a fat Alpha. He needs to get the tasteless boyfriend out of the way. He just needs to figure out how to do that.

“He takes you out a lot then?” Maybe that’s why he didn’t like her cooking, he was too used to restaurant food.

“No, Adam comes over, I cook for him, he tells me ez-zry-thing that I messded up and that I shou-dint do it no more and then leafs. I like cooking and I like baking, and I know I’m not very good, but if I stop trying, how will I ged bedder? So I keep trying, one day I’ll ged it right.” Though what she said upset him and he heard a hint of sadness in her voice, he had to admire her determination to succeed. Maybe we should kill it! Odin suggested, now there was a thought, it would take care of it permanently. Let’s call that plan B, Odin!

“I think his taste is broken then, these are delicious” Adonis said and he watched her eyes light up at the compliment, her little button nose scrunched for the third time and a soft pink blush starting at the bridge slid across her elegant cheekbones as a tiny soft giggle escapes past her crimson lips. Make her do that again! Odin gushed in his head. I plan on it!