Rena's POV
Years ago when I was desperate for money and had nowhere else to turn, I worked in a bar on the edge of Pack territory.
That was where I met an older man who came in alone one evening and sat at the bar watching me work.
"You are too smart to be working in a place like this," he said after I served him his third drink. "I can tell just by watching you."
"Smart does not pay the bills," I said, trying to keep my tone professional despite the way he was looking at me.
"It could," he said. "If you were willing to accept help from someone who appreciates intelligence and beauty."
I should have walked away then but I was desperate and tired and so sick of struggling just to survive that when he offered to provide financial support in exchange for a relationship, I
