Amanda PoV
I couldn't resist going into Jordan's room, my crush, because the aroma was so alluring. I don't even care, there is still the scent of women's perfume remaining in the air of this luxurious room.
But, actually, this room always had scent of women's perfume.
Because he is a playboy. Of course, he deserved to be playboy. He is very handsome, tall and athletic, with a deep, masculine voice.
He also has a very fragrant aroma and can make women intoxicated, just like me when I first smelled his scent. It has an effect like an aphrodisiac and penetrates directly into my soul.
Not once or twice, I snuck into his room and stood quietly behind the curtain in the corner of the room, just to lurk, looking expectantly at Jordan who was making out with another woman.
It hurt a lot, because we were so close, but he never noticed my presence. I guess, he never even knew that there was an Omega named Amanda around.
But I couldn't help myself. The pain I felt was defeated by my stupidity because I missed him too much.
How come. He, the future alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was my mate, even though only I know that fact.
Because I was scentless.
I have been an orphan since I was little and then moved from one orphanage to another. No one was ever interested in adopting me.
I finally ended up at the Magali mansion, when someone from the Magali mansion came to recruited more cheap domestic workers who could be made to do low-paying jobs. Spending time with trash, dust, dirty water, verbal, and physical abuse from other werewolves around became my daily life.
And, every time he took a woman to sleep with him, I would feel like my body was being beaten from the inside. I felt crushed and helpless. This one-sided mate bond is killing me slowly, but I still longed for the day that he would sense the mate bond.
Tonight, I only need to see Jordan for a moment, before my feet are sure to move on, heading to the hovel behind the kitchen, my bedroom.
This room is dimly lit. Only the nightlight on the nightstand next to the bed was on, but I could see clearly, Jordan was lying on the bed, wearing only pajama bottoms. His beautiful upper body was freely exposed.
I stood by the bed, bent over, kissing the curves of his handsome face with longing eyes. Inch by inch.
Every part of my body wanted to be touched by him, be imprinted by him. But I just cannot. He wouldn’t believe my words since he couldn’t smell the mate’s scent from me. Worse, he might kick me out of the pack for punishment. That the last thing I wanted.
Jordan groaned softly when my finger touched the tip of his sharp nose unconsciously. His moans sounded very sexy to my ears and I subconsciously felt that the center of my body was getting wet.
I'm still a virgin, because I want to give it up only for the person who becomes my mate. But, because of the curse I had that, even when the distance between me and Jordan was only half an arm's length, he was completely unaware of my existence.
[Let's go, Am. I'm starting to feel strange.]-whined Avi.
I clenched my fists and closed my eyes for a moment, strengthening myself to continue my intention to leave.
Then, my hand moved, to stroke his broad shoulder. I said goodbye silently and turned around.
But my hand was caught and the grip felt very strong. There was a very strong electric current flowing inside me and making my body feel hot. My bag fell and Avi yelped in confusion inside me.
Jordan grabbed my hand and I fell on top of him, onto his bare, pliant chest.
The next second was my first journey to earthly heaven.
Jordan moved quickly, turning around so that I was now under him. He took both of my hands and held them with one hand above my head.
He bent down and started kissing my neck as if he was in a trance. I lifted my head so he had wider access and without realizing it, I groaned.
"You're so sexy," Jordan murmured behind my ear and he lowered his kisses to my shoulder, then up my face again.
Oh, Moon Goddess, did you finally hear my prayer?
I was floating on a cloud, when Jordan's hands moved nimbly to strip off my clothes, while his lips continued to crush, chew and suck on my lips. It tastes sweet and fragrant, like cinnamon and citrus.
Feeling that a kiss was not enough, I opened my mouth and he took the opportunity to enter my mouth with his tongue and reach for my tongue which was waiting for him with great enthusiasm.
The kiss was intense and burned every cell in my body. Jordan kept moving, as if afraid of running out of time and not being able to enjoy every inch of my body.
"Wow, your body is amazing," he murmured. His hands explored my hardened b*easts. "You're so hot."
