97-The Hot Sheriff Of The Pack

Carena:

"Can you bake well?" The owner and his wife stood in front of me, their faces adorned with big frowns.

I had left pretty early in the morning to avoid bumping into my father and my sister. They haven't spoken to me, and I felt like unless I earn something and let them know I am not going to be a burden on them, they will not spare me. The lady checked me out one more time before wrinkling her nose. This bakery was run by an omega couple. They were both in their forties and had no children of their own. I had gathered as much information on them as possible before coming for the meeting.

"Aren't you too pretty to be working in the kitchen?" the man, with a thin mustache and sleek black hair, murmured with his eyes shining with some kind of expectation. The minute his lips spelled the words, his wife turned to glare at him.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bob, I will do my best work here. I have been baking since I was little, and everybody loves what I whip up," I smiled widely, hoping they wou