Chapter 27

Akira POV

Hunter rang the bell again, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes in frustration. That was the fifth time in the last thirty minutes. Each time, it’s been some petty errand designed to wear me out, and I was getting sick of it.

I walked into his study, half-expecting another pointless task, but instead, he looked up at me and said, “Prepare yourself. This evening, I want you to dress and be at your best. We’re hosting a little party.”

I stood there, silent, not even bothering to hide my irritation. What business did I have with his party? He already had a woman glued to his side—Kestrel.

He looked up at me from his desk, with those questioning eyes, clearly expecting a response, so I finally spoke up.

“What does your party have to do with me?” I snapped. “Since you already have a woman, why else would you want me to dress up and play your mate?”

His lips curled into that devilish smile that I despised. “Am I truly preserving jealousy from me, doll?” he asked, clearly enjoying