Chapter 29 Alpha's Obsession

• Conri arrived in the kitchen frightening the servants that were going about their duties with his aura. All he did was give a disapproving look and they disappeared from his presence. He needed to do this by himself. He doesn't need them cluttering his space while he worked on fixing brunch for his Omega, and with them out of his way, he threw on an apron which ended up being a lot tighter on his frame. The apron clung to his skin as if it were glued, and the fabric stuck to his sleeveless t-shirt so tightly, he had to rip the shirt off leaving only the apron which didn't help as it made the fabric stick to his skin even more instead. 'Shit, this wasn't built for me,' he thought. He should remember to ask for an apron made especially for him.
• He had to take deep breaths to make it fit properly and to help his muscles relax in the tightness of this thing. He grabbed a pair of gloves and fixed them into his hands while taking care to not mess up anything else as he placed eggs, cheese, ham, and bacon on plates, then added a couple of different sauces to the plates. With his left hand, he took down three coffee mugs from the cupboard while pouring coffee. Although he wanted to do this himself, the house staff already prepared the meals and all he needed to do was set the plates, which was easy if he was being honest with himself since he doesn't remember the last time he made any edible meal. Wouldn't want to poison his Mate with whatever he cooks himself, which was shameful since he heard Xiher had single-handedly prepared his meals the previous day.
• He took his time arranging platter after platter, he laid out eggs, bacon, toast, tomatoes, cheese, pancakes, and strawberries, amongst a few others. He made sure the food was evenly distributed on each plate and even though his body is protesting against the tightness of that apron, he managed to get the plates perfectly lined up on the glass table top. There he looked at his handiwork and let out a breath. It looked good. Perfect even. He can see his Mate's mouth watering at the sight. Conri smiled, his heart fluttered with joy at how well everything turned out. He looked around the kitchen and frowned at how messy he made it. 'When had he broken a plate and a mug?' He wondered as his eyes scanned the kitchen floor. There were a few scattered shards of the ceramic mug near the sink, and Conri groaned. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a familiar presence behind him.