Chapter 35

Larson's POV

"Let me get this straight: you made her cookies?" I asked Kyle in the living room seriously. We were sitting next to each other on a couch.

He looked at me furiously and then shifted his gaze to the side.

"Well, yes, more like special cookies," he answered.

"And instead of taking them to Yuki's room, you were so exhausted that you decided to sleep?" I asked.

"Well, yes," he answered simply.

"And when you woke up, the cookies were not where you had left them in the kitchen?" I asked with a raised brow.

"Exactly," he answered seriously.

"And now you want to kill whoever ate or took them?" I asked as he looked at me and then nodded.

"Seriously, Kyle, is that the reason you were making such a fuss in the morning?" I asked.

"I was very worried, thinking something big had happened," I said honestly.

"You don't understand how hard I worked to make them; that alone was something big. I was so tired that I couldn't even see my mate when I told her I would visit her room to say goo