Venus is in her garden, tending to the large blue roses which have bloomed that season. She is focused on her work, preferring her plants to the people in the castle. Her heart is troubled because her husband had slept with another woman last night. The pain she felt was unbearable and Venus thought she was going to die. Her chest was erupting in agony and no one came to her for help.
Why should they? There is no cure to the pain a mate feels when they go through betrayal. Only sadness and grief engulf them.
She touches the mark on her neck. Her husband was drunk the night he was forced to mark her. Unlike other people, their union is not something he desires. He wants a mate who is strong and from a good background. A Lycan princess of another country or perhaps a noblewoman who has an Alpha’s bloodline.
