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Chapter IV

This chapter contains some triggers as it has some non-con situation. I will mark that part with * if anyone wants to skip it.

Rain

The morning and then the afternoon pass in a chaotic way. Gammas rush in and out of the kitchen or the dining hall, while Mrs. Marian shouts at everyone. It is worse than Hell Kitchen. At least Gordon Ramsey was more charming while he was shouting than Mrs. Marian is.

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that the Moon Goddess blessed us with a new Alpha and Luna Supreme, and Mrs. Marian wants everything to be perfect.

But no, no Alpha and Luna Supreme, just the birthday of Jordan.

I try to make myself as little and invisible as possible, something that I am very good at doing while I put mantels over the tables, or wash the floors for the tenth time in the last three hours.

Later afternoon, the pack members are already changed into their best outfits and ready to celebrate. The females used so much perfume it makes me gag. Omegas are more sensitive to pheromones and scents than the other werewolves. And all the perfume doesn’t help. So I try to breathe through my mouth and try to stay as far away as possible from the dining hall.

Around 7 PM, the party starts. Loud music fills the halls of the Pack House, and adults and children are dancing.

While I try to sneak away from the kitchen, wanting to breathe some fresh air, Mrs. Marian sees me.

“You lazy mutt! Where do you think you are going? I need you to serve the food!”

I sigh and enter the kitchen. Around five young Gammas are also helping to serve the food. They all look at me with disgust – at least that’s what Safia tries to tell me by seeding me the image of a beet, which I totally find disgusting.

“We don’t know why we should help you tonight,” one of them says.

“We should be in there, with the future Alpha, celebrating, not in here serving food with you!” another says, almost spitting the words at me.

“Now, now, girls! You are in here because it is the birthday of Jordan, our future Alpha, and I need you,” Mrs. Marian says.

At the word Jordan, the young Gammas seem to relax and start taking out trays with food.

While I pick up a tray, I can’t stop thinking about the young Gammas. From their scents, I know who they are, and they are all under eighteen. The youngest is probably fifteen, and I have heard a lot of whispered discussions in the last year to know that many of the underaged females hope to be the soulmate of Jordan. How many soulmates do they think a male can have?

Safia sends an image of the number 1 and followed by the image of the male with the orange above his head and the female with red hair.

Don’t think about it, Safia! If we are the soulmate of Jordan, he will reject us the moment he finds out. And I don’t think the Moon Goddess hates us this much. She would never pair us with Jordan.’

While I enter the dining hall and start putting plates on the tables, I think of my soulmate. I know that he will be kind and loving. That he will accept Safia and me the way we are. He will be nothing like Jordan, who makes fun of Safia or calls me slow because I can’t look into someone’s eyes when I speak to them. I never told the pack about my prosopagnosia. Why should I tell them anything? They will use it against me and say that I can’t see faces because it is a punishment from the Moon Goddess.

When I put all the plates I have on the tray, I can’t get out fast enough. I feel as I am bombarded with scents and pheromones from all directions.

As soon as I am in the hallway, I can finally breathe. But I know I have to keep working, so I rush to the kitchen to grab another tray.

Fortunately, I am not the one who serves the table where Kevin, Jordan, and his family are sitting at. Luna Silvia made an effort to be present at the party and she is already looking at me as if I started a fire in the middle of the dining hall. She would probably have a stroke if I would serve that table, and I would be the one to blame. I can’t even remember how many times she accused me of being the one that made her sick. She tried many times to have Alpha Ben kick me out of the pack, but he didn’t do it, because he enjoys having an Omega to order around any time he feels like it. And to hit. And to torment. Just three more weeks and I am out of here.

The other Gammas and I continue to serve tables and then we take the empty plates back to the kitchen and I wash them. After that, we start serving drinks.

When I return for another tray, Mrs. Marian gives me a tray with beautiful glasses filled with champaign.

“This is for Jordan’s table. Make sure that you don’t drop it!” she says in an angry tone.

“But –” I protest because I don’t want to get close to that table.

“Go already, you mutt!” she yells at me and I go.

When I enter the dining hall, I start to panic.

Come on Rain, you get to that table, you put the drinks in front of them, and then leave. Easy-peasy. You can do it!

As I get close to the table, my heart beats faster, and a drop of sweat rolls down my back.

I almost reach the table when I trip on something. It must have been a leg because it appeared out of the blue, but as I fall, I can’t be sure.

The tray falls from my hands, and all the glasses shatter on the marble floor.

As I get on my knees and start gathering the broken glass with my hands, I can feel the eyes of the pack members on me.

“Who gave the mutt a tray? She is obviously too stupid to even serve some drinks!” someone says.

“I was sure she would do something to ruin the party!” another says.

Tears fall down my cheeks as I continue to gather the broken glasses. I cut myself, but I don’t stop. I just want to finish and to get out of here.

“Look at the mongrel, she spends more time on her knees than a whore,” a female says. I don’t need to smell her to know who it is. The only one that calls me a mongrel is Ruth.

All around me, pack members laugh.

“Shut up!” someone says.

Some stop laughing, but I can still hear people whispering ‘stupid whore’ followed by sinkers.

A male kneels next to me, and when I smell paint and paper, I know it is Mr. Smith.

“Rain, you cut yourself,” he tells me and grabs my right wrist.

“I am fine! I just need to finish cleaning up,” I say and continue gathering with my left arm.

Someone grabs my left arm and forces me to stand. When I smell rancid fruits, I know who it is–Alpha Ben. I don’t want him to touch me. Anyone but him.

“Is it not enough that you made me sick? Now you have to embarrass my son?” I hear the Luna’s voice full of poison.

“Now dear, it was just an accident. I am sure that Rain is sorry,” Alpha Ben says.

I try hard not to listen to my instinct that screams at me to get away from the Alpha, but he is digging his fingers so hard in my arm I am sure that tomorrow I will have bruises.

“Nothing happened here. Go back to the party!” a male says, and from the voice, I think it is Jordan.

When he comes close to me and I smell him, I know I am not mistaken.

“I am going to take her and have the doctor take a look at her,” Jordan says and for a second I am so relieved because I think I can get away from Alpha Ben.

But my hopes are crushed the moment the Alpha speaks.

“I will take her, son. You enjoy the party.”

As the Alpha drags me after him, memories that I tried so hard to forget come into my mind. I want to beg Jordan to have him take me to the pack’s doctor, but the Alpha was so fast and we are already down the hall.

“I will take care of you, my doll,” he says in a husky voice.

His scent changes and I smell his arousal. He makes me sick.

Safia sends me reassuring images, trying to tell me that everything will be fine.

‘But it won’t! Not if he takes me to his office!’ I say.

And to my horror, he does take me to his office.

The Alpha makes me enter and locks the door behind him. And then takes me to the bathroom the office has.

“Sit,” he tells me, and I sit on the toilet.

While he is looking for a first aid kit, I try to even my breathing and not to give in to the panic.

“Let me see your hands,” the Alpha says and I obey. There is no point in fighting him. He is much stronger than I am. And being my Alpha, he can command me to obey him and I can do nothing to resist his orders.

With a pair of tweezers, he starts pulling out pieces of glass from my palms. I listen to the clink-clink of the pieces of glass the Alpha puts on the border of the sink. I try to think of something else while Alpha Ben takes all the glass out.

When he finishes with my palms, he looks touches my knees.

“You have some glass stuck in your knees. I need you to take your pants off for me.”

“I prefer to have them on me,” I say while I look at the wall.

He growls at me, “Do I have to order you to take them off?”

“Please!” I say.

He pets my hair, and I try not to flinch, “Shh, my doll!”

“Just cut the legs of the pants,” I plead with him.

To my surprise, Alpha Ben does as I ask and cuts the pants above my knees.

Once all the glass is out he disinfects and bandages my wounds.

“Can I go now?” I ask when he finishes.

“Doll, you have been avoiding me for a long time. Now that I have you here, how can I let you go?”

  • I start to cry but try to stop because he loves it when I cry.

“It will be alright, my doll,” the Alpha says while he stands and unbuttons his pants.

He gets as close as possible to my face and jerks himself while he touched my breasts.

“I prefer your little hands on my cock. Too bad you are hurt.”

When he is close to finishing, he grabs my hair, “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out!”

I refuse to do as he says. Moments later, he finishes on my face. *

While he is busy arranging himself back in his pants, I dart out of the bathroom.

"Say anything to anyone and I will kill you," I hear him say.

It takes me seconds to get to the office door, unlock it and run as fast as I can to my room. Luckily, everyone is still at the party so I don’t bump into someone.

I enter my little bathroom and I vomit. I haven’t eaten all day, so it doesn’t take long to empty my bowels.

Then I connect the hose to the sink and scrub myself with soap until my skin hurts.

I want to bleach myself to make sure that I get rid of his rancid smell.

I hate him!

I scrub my skin until I feel I am peeling it off!

Just three weeks! Three eternal weeks!

Today was just a slip. I will make everything possible to avoid him for the remaining three weeks.

I don’t even know how long I stay in the bathroom until I feel too cold to stand the water.

I get in my room, take the wet bandages out. Werewolves heal fast, but I always had the ability to heal faster than the other werewolves, and my wounds already stopped bleeding. I change my clothes and go to my mattress. And I cry. Because I am disgusted with myself. Because I feel dirty and I will keep feeling like this for a long time.

Time later, someone enters my room. I muffle a scream, thinking that is the Alpha, but when I smell oranges, I am glad it is Jordan.

“Rain? Why did you refuse to see the doctor? I wanted to go see you in the clinic, but my father said you refused to go to it and he had to help you.”

I don’t say anything because I am afraid that if I speak, I will start crying even harder. And of course the Alpha lied to Jordan. He doesn't want anyone to find out what he does behind locked doors.

“Why are you so upset?” Jordan asks, and a sob escaped my lips and then another. And another.

He comes to me and pulls me into a hug. I push him away, afraid he will smell his father on me, but Jordan doesn’t let go.

“Breathe, Rain. Breathe.”

Eventually, I stop fighting him and just let him comfort me.

He kisses my temple, “That’s it, Rain. Stop fighting me.”

Jordan hugs me for a long time, and it feels so good. I don’t remember being hugged before. I am sure my parents did, but I was too little when they died. And Goddess, I never knew it felt so good to be hugged.

I eventually stop crying and try to clean my face.

“Are you feeling better?” Jordan asks me.

I nod.

“Good,” he says. “I will let you sleep then.”

I don’t know what overcomes but I grab his t-shirt and I don’t let go.

“Stay a little longer,” I whisper.

It is stupid to ask Jordan this, but he is the only one that showed me a little kindness and I crave for more.

“Just a little longer,” Jordan says.

He lies on my mattress and pulls me on top of him. I listen to his heartbeat while his scent relaxes me, making me forget things I don’t want to ever remember.

Jordan runs his hand up and down my back.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“I don’t like feeling you being upset, Rain. Titan is also worried.”

I snort, “You made me upset lots of times. Why should it matter now?”

“It does,” Jordan says.

“Why?”

“Look at me, Rain.”

I try to do as Jordan asks and tilt my head back. I try to look into his eyes, but I can’t focus on his face and I am pretty sure I am looking at his nose. Or lips. Or maybe cheeks.

Jordan cups my cheek, and suddenly his lips are on my lips, kissing me. And I let him. Because I want to be comforted. And because for the first time in a long time, someone treats me nice and I love it.

Jordan changes the position and puts me on my back on the mattress and kisses me even harder. He licks my mouth and when he pushes his tongues against my lips I open for him, and he slips his tongue inside my mouth. He tastes like vanilla and I want more of his taste.

When I suck his tongue, he groans against my mouth.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, “You taste so fucking good!” And then his mouth is back on my mouth.

He cups my breast and squeezes and I panic. I just panic, my mind taking me to another place and another hand.

I push him away and break the kiss.

“Stop! Just stop! Please!” I say, and my voice cracks. And I hate to sound this scared.

Jordan hugs me, “Relax, Rain. I am not going to force you. I am not a fucking rapist!”

When I continue to shiver, Jordan growls.

“Did anyone raped you?”

“No! I am a virgin!” I say fast.

“Then why are you so scared of my touch?”

“Because until now, your touch hurt me. And because I want to wait for my soulmate.”

“Then I will take what you give me freely,” Jordan says.

“What if I don’t want to give you anything?”

Jordan groans, “Not even another kiss? A kiss for each drawing, remember?”

“I think I gained the whole sketchbook back with the kiss we just had.”

Jordan chuckles, “I don’t know. I will need more than one kiss from you.”

And before I can say something back, he kisses me again and again.

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