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7. Rain

“What did you just say?” he growls and gets down from where he is sitting.

Fuck. Don’t tell me I said that out loud.

Jordan comes towards me. Scared that he would do something to me, I walk backward until my back hits a tree. He stops in front of me and puts his right hand next to my head against the tree truck.

“Nothing,” I whimper.

He brings his left hand to my cheek and brushes his thumb over my skin, making me shiver.

“Stay still; you have some dust on your face,” he says.

It has been so long since someone touched me with… kindness I forgot how it feels. I usually hate being touched by males, but Jordan doesn’t make me feel icky.

Why?

His orange and tobacco scent tickles my nose, and when he dips his head, his warm breath dances on my skin. Why is he so close to me?

“Much better. I can see your freckles now.” His voice is low. What is happening? Jordan is never nice to me. I have freckles? “You don’t need to be scared of me.”

I try to push him away, but he grabs my hands and keeps them over his chest.

“Let me go.” My voice trembles, and the air seems to have disappeared.

“I can feel how distraught you are,” he growls.

No shit, Einstein. Alphas are supposed to be attuned to Omegas.

“Breathe,” he orders me using his Alpha voice.

I try to take a gulp of air, and I might look like a fish on land, but I don’t care. Jordan orders me a few more times to relax and breathe, but it doesn’t seem to work. Only when Safia blocks my fear air rushes to my lungs.

“What happened?” he asks when I am better.

“You made me have a panic attack,” I let him know.

He sighs. “Is this because of how I used to treat you?”

“Used to?” I scoff.

“Yes, used as in the past. I realized how wrong I am for treating a member of my pack like shit.”

I blink. “Do you have a double personality or something?”

He laughs before walking to where my backpack is and picking it up.

“Did you eat something today?” he asks as he unzips it. I shake my head, and he pulls out a sandwich. “Peanut butter and jelly,” he says as he extends his hand to me.

I am not sure if I should take it. “It is poisonous?” I ask.

He laughs again. “No.”

I take a few steps forward and snatch it from him and take a big bite. “This is so good,” I moan with my mouth full.

He stands there, observing me while I finish the food before handing me another one. “When I take over the pack, things will change. Starting with you.”

I froze with my mouth open as I was about to nibble on the second sandwich. “What do you mean?” I ask, afraid.

He waits for me to finish eating before giving me a bottle of water. “I will let you know once I have everything figured out.”

I drink some water.

“Oh.” I look at the sky; a New Moon is rising above the forest. “Can I go now?”

“Don’t you want your stuff back?”

“You know I do.”

Jordan looks at me for a few minutes, making me uncomfortable. Safia tells me he appears to be thinking.

“I want to try something,” he finally says.

I narrow my eyes. “Try what?”

“A kiss.”

I open my mouth a few times, but no sound comes out.

“A kiss?” I squeal so loudly that from a nearby tree, an owl hoots annoyed.

Jordan nods and moves in front of me. When his palms cup my face, I flinch.

So this is what it’s about. Every male is the same, thinking that relationships are transactional. Not that there’s something between Jordan and me. He won’t even be my Alpha.

“I don’t want this,” I let him know.

He either ignores me or doesn’t hear what I told him, for he says, “Have the lips of another touched yours?”

“No,” I reply. “I have saved it for my mate.”

I try to pull away from him, but my eyes go wide as his mouth claims mine in a rough kiss. He licks my lips, and before I understand what is happening, his tongue spears inside my mouth.

Even if he stole my first kiss, I don’t find myself mad about it. I actually like it.

Tentatively I return the kiss, trying to mimic his movements. When his tongue moves around mine, I do the same.

When he breaks the kiss, we are both breathing hard. “You taste like….” he murmurs while running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Can we meet again? Not tomorrow, but after my birthday?” he asks. “Same time?”

No.

“Yes?” I breathe.

He smirks. Fortunately, Safia is still letting me know Jordan’s expressions. “See you tomorrow,” he says before giving me a peck and removing his hands from my face. “Around the pack,” he adds.

I grab my backpack, shove the bottle of water inside, and run back to the Packhouse. My lips are tingling, and my heart is drumming in my chest.

Why did I let him kiss me? And why did I like it so much that I agreed to meet with him again?

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