Zahra was busy making cookies when Asher appeared in the kitchen.

The omega suppressed the urge to sigh.

She only wished to bake her cookies for her group study in peace .

She spent a wonderful week avoiding the alpha, Her mood darkened with his sudden presence.

“What are you doing?” Asher asked, getting closer to her.

He eyed the dough curiously.

“Cookies, young master,” Zahar answered, focusing on her task. She hoped that Asher would take the hint.

It was wishful thinking.

“Don’t call me that. Grandfather will have a field day otherwise,” Asher groaned. Zahra did not comment on the statement. She only wished to finish and go...