Levi's POV
"Alpha, are you sure you don't need us to help you?" the head kitchen maid asked again, watching me with worried eyes.
I shook my head, already tying the apron around my waist. "No. I'll handle this myself."
She gave me a small bow and stepped back, watching me for a moment before quietly leaving the kitchen.
I took a deep breath and moved toward the counter, where the ingredients were neatly arranged. Flour, sugar, eggs, butter—everything I needed. My fingers lingered on the wooden spoon, and a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
I wanted to make cookies. The ones I used to make for Olivia when we were younger. I remember the first time I made them—it was terrible, even got burnt—but with a big smile on her face, Olivia ate it all, telling me it wasn't the taste that mattered but the heart I used in making it.