Please Forgive Me My Mate!

SERENA'S POV

The spotlight illuminated the runway as I confidently strutted down in my carefully selected outfit. I was a student and part-time model, and tonight I was showcasing a wardrobe collection. The anticipation of the audience fueled my excitement, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

But then, disaster struck. As I reached the middle of the runway, my dress suddenly slipped off my shoulder, leaving me half-naked in front of the cameras. Gasps and laughter erupted from the crowd, and my face flushed with embarrassment. I hurriedly tried to cover myself, my cheeks burning with humiliation.

"Look at her! She can't even keep her dress on!"

"What a joke! I guess she's not as confident as she pretends to be!"

 "Someone get her a stylist! She clearly needs some help!"

I quickly made my way backstage, my heart pounding in my chest. Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt the weight of the embarrassment wash over me. How could this have happened? I thought. My sister, Nathalie, was the one who planned my wardrobe for the show. Was this her doing?

Determined to find answers, I made my to our house and went to Nathalie's room. Laughter spilled out from behind the closed door, and I paused, my hand hovering over the doorknob. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was Nathalie's voice, and she was laughing with someone. But who?

Summoning my courage, I pushed open the door and confronted them. "Nat, what is this? Did you plan this humiliation for me?"

Nathalie's laughter died down as she turned to face me, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, Serena, darling. It was just a little prank. I thought it would be hilarious to see you make a fool of yourself on the runway."

I felt a surge of anger rising within me. "How could you do this to me, Nathalie? You're my sister!"

Nathalie shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, please. It's not like it was a big deal. You're always stealing the spotlight with your modeling gigs. I just wanted to bring you down a notch."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Nathalie had orchestrated this whole embarrassing incident just to bring me down? And who was the person standing beside her, seemingly amused by the situation? It was Sebastian, my boyfriend.

I turned to Sebastian, my voice trembling with a mix of sadness and anger. "And you, Sebastian? Did you have a hand in this?"

Sebastian looked at me coldly, his eyes void of any remorse. "Serena, this prank was just a taste of reality. I've realized that you're not the one for me. We're over."

His words pierced through my heart like a dagger. I had loved Sebastian with all my heart, even though we weren't fated mates and now he was rejecting me, just like that. The pain was overwhelming, and tears streamed down my face.

Nathalie's sneering voice filled the room. "You see, Serena? You were nothing more than a plaything. Sebastian and I share a bond you could never understand."

I couldn't bear to hear any more. The betrayal from both my sister and my now ex-boyfriend was too much to handle. I turned and ran from the room, the sound of their laughter echoing in my ears.

As I made my way to my own room, tears blurring my vision, I couldn't help but wonder how everything had gone so wrong. The person I trusted the most had betrayed me, and the man I loved had discarded me like a meaningless object.

The pain in my chest grew unbearable, and I collapsed onto my bed, succumbing to the overwhelming darkness that enveloped me.

****

I woke up to the sound of voices, angry and chaotic. Disoriented and frightened, I sat up in bed, trying to make sense of the commotion happening outside my room.

"Where's that traitor?" a voice shouted, cutting through the noise. Before I could react, the door to my room burst open, and a group of men stormed in, their faces filled with hostility. I didn't recognize any of them, and fear gripped me as I realized I was in danger.

The men surrounded me, their eyes filled with anger and contempt. One of them stepped forward, fixing his gaze on me. "Are you Serena?" he demanded. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. I knew I had to be cautious, as making any wrong move could jeopardize my life.

"Get up!" he ordered, and a shiver ran down my spine.

Confusion clouded my mind as I asked, "What's going on here?" The events had unfolded so suddenly, and I struggled to comprehend the situation. First, the humiliation on the runway, and now these menacing men invading my room.

One of the men sneered mockingly, pointing a finger at me. "She doesn't even know," he said, and laughter erupted from the group. Shame washed over me as they ridiculed my ignorance of their intentions. I was a fragile girl surrounded by menacing men, and it was not a pleasant sight.

"Capture her! She'll fetch a good price," the calm man who seemed to be in charge ordered, leaving me gasping in shock. Sell me? I couldn't believe my ears. I thought it must be some kind of mistake. However, before I could grasp the situation fully, two men lunged at me, and fear consumed me.

"Don't come any closer!" I pleaded, scrambling to distance myself from the bed. But with nowhere to escape, my back pressed against the wall, trapping me in their midst.

"Drag her! She's wasting too much time," the leader commanded, and they swiftly closed in on me with force.

"Ahhhh!!!" I screamed, futilely trying to shield myself as their hands gripped me and forcefully dragged me away from the bed. In the process, my skin tore against the sharp edge of the bed frame, causing excruciating pain. Blood oozed from my wounds, but they paid no heed to my suffering.

"Please... Please, let me go," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. My body scraped against the ground, colliding with the walls. Pain enveloped me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. Before I knew it, they hauled me down the stairs, but I clung desperately to the stair frame with my legs.

"Please..." I weakly implored, refusing to let go. I had never knowingly harmed anyone, and the thought of being sold out was unfathomable. "Please, don't take me away. I'll do anything," I pleaded, aware that their motive was to sell me.

"Haha..." the leader chuckled, bending down to my level. "You seem unaware that you've been sold by your sister, huh?" he taunted, leaving me dumbfounded.

His words sank in, and I gaped at him in disbelief. Nathalie, my sister, had borrowed a significant sum of money from them, and instead of repaying the debt, she had sold me. She had vanished, abandoning me to these captors. In that moment, I realized that she had successfully shattered my life.

****

"Take her inside!" the leader commanded as they dragged me into a palatial house. At that moment, the location was insignificant compared to the pain inflicted by someone I held dear. The disbelief lingered, and if living in denial could numb my anguish, I would gladly embrace it.

"This is what you asked for, Alpha..." I overheard the man say as they callously threw me to the floor. My battered and bruised body collided with the hard surface, intensifying my agony.

"Is she the one? The slave?" a deep, commanding voice resonated, causing a shiver to run down my spine. It felt as if the voice itself was caressing me, though I couldn't discern if I was losing my sanity. However, an overwhelming urge consumed me—to see the owner of that captivating voice.

Simultaneously, my wolf stirred within me, radiating a sense of joy. A delightful scent filled my nostrils, prompting me to sit up on the floor. My eyes widened as I beheld the majestic figure before me. It was Alpha Kane, the leader of The Silver Moon Pack. I recognized him instantly as the most powerful Alpha among all the Packs.

But what captivated me the most was the profound attraction I felt toward him. My wolf, who had been desolate, rejoiced within me. "Mate!" The word escaped my lips, echoing the sentiment that Alpha Kane expressed at the same time.