Rain

My lips still tingle from the kiss Jordan gave me earlier. I don’t understand why he is suddenly acting so nice to me. Until two days ago, he had treated me like I was a slave. ‘Rain, do this; Rain, do that. Rain, you don’t get to eat for two days for breathing.’ Then all of a sudden, he changed. Last night he not only stole my first kiss—which I so wanted to be with my mate—but he also brought me food.

He probably only wants sex. But why me? There are plenty of females in the pack to choose from.

Once I finish cleaning the windows, I drag my feet to the stairs. If I make Jordan wait any longer, he would probably punish me.

The scent of lemons reaches me, and I rush all the way down to the first floor. Females are busy setting the last details to the backyard, where the party is to take place, and I try to make myself as small as possible, not wanting to be spotted.

“Rain,” someone suddenly calls my name. “Can I have a word with you?”

I could recognize that voice anywhere. My hands tr