Sold To The Alphas I Hate Chapter 349: Ease With Jason

Eira’s POV

When we were ready to leave, my gaze drifted back toward the kitchen.

"What happened?" Roman asked gently. "Do you want to eat sothing?"

I shook my head. "I’m full. We just had breakfast."

He studied again. "Then...?"

"Umm..."

"I will get it," Jason said, already heading toward the kitchen. "One batch is left."

He understood without even saying it aloud. I turned to Roman and admitted quietly, "I just wanted to take so cookies along for the ride."

He smiled softly. "Of course."

Jason returned a mont later with a neatly packed box. When we sat in the car, he handed it to without a word.

On my birthday, I found myself reconnecting with fragnts of my past, and sohow it had all begun with these cookies.

I still rembered the day Jason and I had tried to recreate them together, when I struggled to recall the recipe and we failed miserably.

(Flashback days before)

I had just woken from my afternoon nap and wandered into the drawing room. Feeling like snacking on sothing, I headed straight for the kitchen and grabbed one of the treats prepared for .

"Caldwell, we are still waiting to experience your cooking skills," Rafe called out lazily. "Do you plan to cook for us soday, or will you keep us dreaming forever?"

I shot him a glare as I swallowed my bite. "I will cook, but not for you. I will do it for my son, Raven." I glanced at the little boy sitting quietly in front of the television. "Do you want to try?"

Raven nodded.

"Raven is safe since he still has his milk teeth," the bastard scoffed. "Even if he breaks them chewing your cookies, he will grow another set. The rest of us might need tools ready. A hamr, maybe a grinder..."

"Shut up," I snapped, annoyed, and turned toward the kitchen counters. I had to prove this bastard wrong.

"What are you looking for?" Jason asked, stepping closer. "I’ll help you find it."

There was still a faint hesitation in whenever I interacted with him. "I... was just trying to get familiar with the kitchen..."

"I have set this kitchen," he said calmly. "You can ask anything."

Alright. I decided to accept his help. The kitchen was his territory, and if it ant shutting that infuriating bloodsucker up for once, I was more than willing.

"Umm... I wanted to know how this oven or microwave or whatever it is works," I said, gesturing toward the appliances. "And then I need to find the ingredients to make cookies. The ones I used to make before."

He stepped toward the appliances and explained patiently, "You can use these buttons to switch to baking mode. Here you set the temperature you want. Then press the start button."

I humd in understanding. He carried the sa serious expression he always had whenever he explained sothing about dicine or guided through studies.

"Try it," Jason said, stepping aside to give space.

Though hesitant, I tried to follow his instructions. "The small old style oven was better," I muttered. "Less complicated."

"You will get used to this one too," he replied calmly.

Once I managed to figure it out, he asked, "What ingredients do you need?"

I hesitated again. "I rember most of them, but I might forget sothing. And I’m not even sure they will taste the sa as before."

"You can give the list. We will figure out the recipe and the thod together," he offered.

I turned toward the pantry cabinets, and before I could even ask, Jason handed a notepad and a pen. "You can write them down."

I took my ti recalling each ingredient, slowly listing them. "I think I have forgotten the proportions... my brain feels useless lately."

"It has been a long ti," he said gently. "It is normal to forget. After one attempt, we will know what is missing and adjust it to match the original."

I humd softly and tried my best to rember. Jason took the list and gathered everything we needed. Fortunately, all the ingredients were already there.

We started preparing together. In truth, I only instructed while Jason worked with the precision of a skilled chef. Soon the cookies were placed in the oven, but uncertainty lingered inside .

"You can sit at the dining table instead of standing here," Jason said. "It will take so ti."

I waited quietly at the table. When they were ready, he brought the cookies to . They looked exactly the sa, but when I tasted one, the flavor felt close yet not quite right.

"Sothing’s missing," I murmured.

Jason took a bite and nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed. I will have to try again with so changes in the proportions."

Rafe walked over to us, picked up a cookie, and took a bite. He glanced at Jason with a smirk. "As always, our prideful chef. You can create wonders even from her ssed up recipe."

"She guided . That’s why it worked," Jason replied calmly, clearly trying to stand on my side.

But I knew better. It was Jason who had done most of the work.

"Is that so, Caldwell?" Rafe turned to . "I expected you to handle everything yourself."

I frowned, unable to argue. Once again, he had proven his point that I could not manage things on my own.

"I will try next ti," I said quietly. "Be patient."

"Sure, as long as you don’t make us eat iron clad cookies," he said, walking away with a mocking smirk.

How badly I wanted to prove him wrong at least once.

"Don’t worry," Jason said gently. "We will make them again later. Exactly the way you used to."

I looked at him. Sothing in his eyes made it easy to believe him, and I gave a small nod.

Flashback over

And he had proven his words. He recreated the sa cookies.

Soon I would learn from him and stuff them down that bloodsucker’s throat so he would never dare mock again.

Sohow, through these cookies, the quiet tension between Jason and had eased a little.

He worked on his own just to get the recipe right, not sure how many tis he failed and how much ti he had give to it just because I wanted them the sa.

I felt like I could finally talk to him more normally now, even if it was not as easy as it was with the others.

After a while, the car moved onto a familiar road. Though many things had changed over the past six years, I still recognized it instantly. This was the sa path I used to walk to school or to visit Alice. Every turn carried mories, and for a mont it felt as if I had stepped back into my past.

"Can you stop here?" I asked softly.

Rafe, who was driving, pulled the car to the side. Kael, seated next to , turned slightly. "What’s the matter?"

Before I could answer, one annoying bastard had to interfere. "The bushes around here are not dense enough to hide you if you need to pee."

This bastard!