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The moon was full above the forest canopy. There was a chill in the air from an early fall, but the woman that walked along the sandy banks of the river was dressed as if it were summer. Her white gown rustled in the breeze, her long brown hair trailing down her back unbound. Her green eyes were heavy with a sadness that seemed too intense for her 25 years.
Serena Jane had never wanted the life that she lived. Married for five years to a man that she didn’t love, the longed for the days in her childhood that she had run free and without responsibility. She had been born into a family with old blood and even older money. Perhaps that would have been alright had she been normal. The DuPrey family held some of the oldest wolfen blood in the world. She was one of the few pure bloods that walked the Earth and it had made her and her brother incredibly desirable when it came to marriage.
She had been twenty when she met the man that would be her mate. Dante Smithson was powerful, handsome, and the leader of one of the largest clans in the world. The moment she had met him, she knew that she was destine to be his wife. At first, Serena had thought that they could make it work. She liked him, he was kind to her, but there was something incredibly cold about the man that claimed her as his. It only took two weeks after their mating ceremony for her to realize what a mistake she’d made.
Appearances were important to Dante. They lived in an obscenely large mansion on the outskirts of a large city. Her hair was always tended to, her wardrobe never had anything like blue jeans or t-shirts in it, and her makeup was impeccable. If she ever let it slip, Dante punished her with public humiliation. When she was in her wolf form, her sandy colored form was expected to be cleansed to perfect as well.
All of that she could have lived with. It might have been a sad existence, but she would have dealt with the disappointment. The final straw came the night after a large social gathering at the mansion. Pack members had come from far and wide to toast Dante on his acceptance onto the Council of Elders. He was the youngest member to ever be accepted and she was genuinely happy for her husband. She’d dressed to the nines in her new white gown, silver heels on her feet and her hair unbound and left loose to trail down her back. Silver earrings with moonstones that had been given to her on her wedding day finished her outfit.
Dante had disappeared halfway through the celebrations and people asked where he had gone. She made her excuses and left to find him. Entering the bedroom, she hadn’t expected to see her mate in their bed with an omega. The brunette was making enough noise to raise the dead and her husband grunted and moaned above her. Serena felt her heart whither away in that moment, her wolf itching just beneath the surface of her skin as she watched the two of them for as long as she could bear. Mates weren’t suppose to find comfort with another. Didn’t their bond mean anything to him?
She had fled from the mansion, embarrassed and unable to face anyone. Her wolf threatened to appear at any moment and she struggled so hard to keep it under control. She didn’t want to go back home. The pain was just too much. Somehow she found herself in the woods, on the bank of the river that flowed deep within. Kicking off her shoes, she was determined to end her misery once and for all. As the water lapped at her ankles, she sucked in a deep breath and wondered if she had the courage.
The moon was full above the forest canopy. There was a chill in the air from an early fall, but the woman that walked along the sandy banks of the river was dressed as if it were summer. Her white gown rustled in the breeze, her long brown hair trailing down her back unbound. Her green eyes were heavy with a sadness that seemed too intense for her 25 years.
Serena Jane had never wanted the life that she lived. Married for five years to a man that she didn’t love, the longed for the days in her childhood that she had run free and without responsibility. She had been born into a family with old blood and even older money. Perhaps that would have been alright had she been normal. The DuPrey family held some of the oldest wolfen blood in the world. She was one of the few pure bloods that walked the Earth and it had made her and her brother incredibly desirable when it came to marriage.
She had been twenty when she met the man that would be her mate. Dante Smithson was powerful, handsome, and the leader of one of the largest clans in the world. The moment she had met him, she knew that she was destine to be his wife. At first, Serena had thought that they could make it work. She liked him, he was kind to her, but there was something incredibly cold about the man that claimed her as his. It only took two weeks after their mating ceremony for her to realize what a mistake she’d made.
Appearances were important to Dante. They lived in an obscenely large mansion on the outskirts of a large city. Her hair was always tended to, her wardrobe never had anything like blue jeans or t-shirts in it, and her makeup was impeccable. If she ever let it slip, Dante punished her with public humiliation. When she was in her wolf form, her sandy colored form was expected to be cleansed to perfect as well.
All of that she could have lived with. It might have been a sad existence, but she would have dealt with the disappointment. The final straw came the night after a large social gathering at the mansion. Pack members had come from far and wide to toast Dante on his acceptance onto the Council of Elders. He was the youngest member to ever be accepted and she was genuinely happy for her husband. She’d dressed to the nines in her new white gown, silver heels on her feet and her hair unbound and left loose to trail down her back. Silver earrings with moonstones that had been given to her on her wedding day finished her outfit.
Dante had disappeared halfway through the celebrations and people asked where he had gone. She made her excuses and left to find him. Entering the bedroom, she hadn’t expected to see her mate in their bed with an omega. The brunette was making enough noise to raise the dead and her husband grunted and moaned above her. Serena felt her heart whither away in that moment, her wolf itching just beneath the surface of her skin as she watched the two of them for as long as she could bear. Mates weren’t suppose to find comfort with another. Didn’t their bond mean anything to him?
She had fled from the mansion, embarrassed and unable to face anyone. Her wolf threatened to appear at any moment and she struggled so hard to keep it under control. She didn’t want to go back home. The pain was just too much. Somehow she found herself in the woods, on the bank of the river that flowed deep within. Kicking off her shoes, she was determined to end her misery once and for all. As the water lapped at her ankles, she sucked in a deep breath and wondered if she had the courage.