Chapter 442. I Want to Wear Your Mark

Apphia’s POV

“My sister wants me to make her our mom’s pumpkin cheese muffins, and after, I can hear the verdict of her decision,” he smiles grimly. Nalani frowns, but Nicholas has a smug smile.

“I was having a sweet tooth. I hope it turns out well, Aeson,” Nicholas says, gesturing towards the packhouse. My brother snorts but goes inside and then to the kitchen. We follow.

“Leave everyone,” he orders the chef, Jeff, and the others. They bow to us and walk out.

Nicholas, Nalani, and I sit on the island stools while Duncan collects ingredients for the muffins. His hands are slightly trembling, and he swallows.

The Alpha of the Ivory Moon pack starts to make the muffins carefully and slowly. Nalani chews on her lower lip, nervous, and Nicholas and I enjoy watching the two fret and panic. There is a lot of yelling from Nala’s end.

An hour later, my brother observes me as I inspect the muffins before me, fingers tapping against the counter. His