Wait! How Did The Stray Dog I Picked Up Turn Into A Man?!

After Noah went down to take out the trash, Sebastian began to prepare pancakes, kneading the dough and getting the oil ready.

For someone who had lived more than 200 years, of course, it was only natural that he would know how to cook. And since he had been around the world in different centuries, he had learned how to make a lot of cuisines out of his own interest.

So, he was like a professional chef or something more.

He was just about to put the second batch of pancakes in the pan when Michael, who had woken up from the delicious aroma that woke him up and got his mouth-watering, entered the kitchen and saw a stranger in his kitchen.

"Ahhh," he yelled and immediately picked up his slipper, pointing it at him in defense. "Who are you?"

Sebastian turned his head around.

"You’re awake." He said. "Can you hold on a bit? I’m almost done." He turned back to what he was doing. "You must be hungry at this point since you haven’t eaten anything tangible."

Michael gulped. Yes, he was hungry, and even so when the pancakes smelled so good. But he would not let a stranger talk him into giving up his riches just for one meal.

And he was acting so nonchalant as if this was his house. How dare he? Was he a robber who got hungry and decided to make something to eat or entice him?

Whichever he was, he was definitely a threat.

"How... How did you get in here?" Michael asked and Sebastian answered.

"The door was unlocked."

Michael shut his eyes in regret. He definitely forgot to lock his door. He didn’t even put the bolt up. How could he be so careless?

"You shouldn’t be so careless in the future," Sebastian said as he flipped the pancakes. "But I guess it’s thanks to this carelessness that we were able to get in without much problems."

"We?" Michael quickly looked left and right. There was more than just him? Where were they?

And... He noticed the living room was clean. Wait, he was sure he made a mess of the place so how...?

Did he clean the place? He and his pals? But who were they? Cleaning service? Cooking service? House service?

His eyes had begun to swirl.

"I’m confused." He said and Sebastian glanced at him.

Did he not recognize him? Well, it was possible since they never really stood face to face before.

He must’ve only ever seen his side view or a part of his face but couldn’t see clearly since both instances they had met were during the night.

So, he wouldn’t blame him for not recognizing him.

"You can just sit down for now. I’ll be done soon." He said and put that batch of pancakes on the plates. It was time to make the last batch.

"I don’t know who you are so I can’t just sit relaxed while you’re in my kitchen." Michael said, still pointing his slipper at him. "You’re going to tell me who you are and, and..." The smell of the pancakes took over his mind for a moment and he completely disregarded that he was a stranger, walking past him to take the first few places. "I... I’m going to confiscate this first." He said.

"You mean have it."

"No, I’m confiscating it." Michael said.

Sebastian thought this was a rather interesting fellow. It was no wonder Alpha Noah had changed so much.

He decided to just focus on the last batch, but then he noticed Michael was trying to reach up for the honey in the top cabinet, the cabinet directly above the stove.

"I’m sure it was here." Michael thought out loud.

He was right next to the refrigerator, so Sebastian thought he would be fine, but suddenly, Michael pulled down the entire cabinet by accident, and everything came crashing down.

There was a bottle of oil on the cabinet and it unfortunately had to fall on the pan, toppling it over.

In that instant, Sebastian shoved Michael out of the kitchen but the thought of him being pregnant immediately flashed through his mind he knew it would be bad if he were to hit his back and head on the floor so he went down with him, one hand behind his head and another on his waist as they landed.

So, his hands took most of the impact.

Just as he expected, the oil that had toppled from the pan exploded.

At that moment, it would’ve been better if he simply turned off the stove, but he was torn between several possibilities, so he felt saving Michael and making sure he didn’t get hurt should come first.

"And that’s what happened." Sebastian said, after narrating the entire thing to Noah so he wouldn’t misunderstand.

"Is that true?" Noah asked Michael, who nodded; his eyes darted to the side as he felt embarrassed by his own mistake.

Noah sighed in relief. Just as he thought. It was better to listen to the explanations before running wild.

He should’ve figured out Michael would act out if he woke up to find a stranger in his kitchen. He didn’t think far.

Noah hugged Michael. At least, he didn’t get hurt.

"That was dangerous." Noah said and Michael’s heart thumped. Noah’s scent. "But how could you think of eating something made by a person you don’t know?" He asked and Michael began to sweat.

"W-well, we eat food made by chefs we don’t know too." He said, putting up an excuse for his actions.

"It’s not the same thing." Noah said and Michael pouted.

"I was hungry." Michael said. "And his pancakes smelled good." He turned to where he had dropped it but his eyes fell in horror as he found them on the floor.

The small explosion must’ve pushed the plate down.

"No, my pancakes." He said.

Sebastian got up and said,

"I’ll make more after cleaning the kitchen." He said as he made his way to the kitchen.

They needed to air the house as well since the smoke wasn’t settling.

He went to do that but Michael grumbled.

"But I’m hungry now." He held his stomach, still in Noah’s arms and then he realized that this situation wasn’t normal.

He told himself he would hit Noah if he showed up later but here he was, snuggling in his arms after taking in his scent.

"Noah," Michael called. "Why are you here anyway?"