Chapter: 28
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Conri arrived in the kitchen frightening the servants that were going about their duties with his aura. All he did was give a disapproving look and they disappeared from his presence. He needed to do this by himself. He doesn't need them cluttering his space while he worked on fixing brunch for his Omega, and with them out of his way, he threw on an apron which ended up being a lot tighter on his frame. The apron clung to his skin as if it were glued, and the fabric stuck to his sleeveless t-shirt so tightly, he had to rip the shirt off leaving only the apron which didn't help as it made the fabric stick to his skin even more instead. 's**t, this wasn't built for me,' he thought. He should remember to ask for an apron made especially for him.
He had to take deep brea
