Chapter 313

Chapter 313

“What’s the joke?” Scott calls over as he runs towards us. He’s shirtless and he had sweat pouring down his chest. Dana instantly flushed when she saw him, but she continued to laugh.

“Nothing,” she says as she stands up. “Luna Queen Molly is just full of jokes this morning.”

I wanted to tell her I wasn’t kidding, but I decided not to. If being a part of the gammas was her destiny, then it will happen in due time. I also wanted to tell her to not call me Luna Queen, but I decided not to do that either. I should get used to my title; I was the luna queen after all.

I leave the fighting arena and head into the kitchen. I’ve been planning on making a batch of cookies. When I explained that to the kitchen servants, they kept insisting that they make it for me.

“Honestly, I want to make them myself,” I keep saying to them. “It’s more personal if I do it.”

“But why Luna Queen?” The head chef asked. “This is what we are here for.”

“Because these cookies are meant to be a gift,” I told them with a kind smile. “A gift for someone special.”

“A gift?” One of the other servants asks, raising their brows like that was the craziest thing they’ve ever heard. “A gift for who?”

Molly

It only took me a couple of hours to finish baking the cookies. The kitchen staff seemed utterly surprised that I knew my way around the kitchen. If they thought I was good at making cookies, I couldn’t wait to show them what else I could do.

As the luna queen, I promised myself that I would be helping the servants with their daily duties, including meals. I used to cook a lot when I lived in my father’s pack, so I knew how to create a decent meal. As an omega, I’ve always been pretty skilled at baking as well.

I gave each of the kitchen servants, including the head chef, a cookie so they can see how they came out.

“These are incredible, Luna Queen!” The head chef gasped.

I can’t help but smile at their praises as I bundled the rest up on a platter and covered the top of it.

“I hope she likes it,” another servant says with a mouthful of cookies. “If not, bring them back and we will finish them!”

I laugh at her antics and thank them before leaving the kitchen and then leaving the palace. Per an earlier request, the driver is already waiting for me outside the palace doors. He bows to me as I approach and opens the car’s backdoor.

I slide into the seat, and we begin driving away from the palace.

“Cookie?” I offer him.

He looks at me through the mirror and raises his eyebrows.

“Thank you, your highness,” he says, taking a cookie from my outstretched hand.

I smile at him in return.

It doesn’t take long for us to get to the hospital. I thank him as I get out of the car and walk toward the front of the hospital. I know exactly where I’m going and exactly who I want to see.

“Hey, Molly,” Dr. Davis says with a broad smile. “Going to see Asher?”

“I will after,” I told him, returning his smile. “There’s someone else I need to see first.”

He raises his brows, questionably, at me. But he doesn’t say anything in return. I don’t really give him a chance to. I just continue walking until I get to the elevator. I make it to the top floor of the hospital. I wasn’t expecting to find her so easily, but as the elevator doors opened, I see her filling out some paperwork while leaning against the nurse’s station.

“Nancy?” I say as I approach her.

She looks up and frowns at me; she drops her pen on the counter and folders her arms across her chest.

“What do you want?” She asks, her tone running flat.

“I wanted to drop these off to you,” I say in return, placing the cookies on the counter. “I made them myself.”

“For me?” She asks as if she doesn’t believe for a second that I would act kindly toward her. “Why?”

“I just wanted to show you my appreciation,” I tell her in return. “There’s no occasion to it. I just thought of you and wanted to be kind.”

She stares at the cookies for a moment longer before looking back at me.

“Are they poisoned?”

I can’t help but laugh as I shake my head.

“No, Nancy; they aren’t poisoned,” I respond with a chuckle.

I open the top of the container and take a cookie out. I bite into it.

“See,” I say with a smile as I continue eating the cookie. “Not poisoned. But delicious.”

“I don’t get why you’re being nice to me,” she says, turning away from me so she can continue her work.