Her Returned Mate

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"Rayne stood looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was dressed in a pale green ballgown that clung to her curves and left little to the imagination. Her jet-black curls were swept up and pinned to her head leaving her neck exposed. Tonight was the night that most of the unmated wolves in all the North American packs would hopefully find their mates. She was sure all of them were just oozing with excitement. The Mate Ball. She was not. She didn't want a mate. She didn't need a mate. She planned on going Rogue and leaving her pack behind. No one here would miss her anyway. No one in The Jade Moon pack cared for one little orphaned wolf. The Alpha only allowed her to stay because she was his old Beta's daughter. Her parents were killed in the last pack war ten years ago. She was eight years old the night her parents died. The night her life changed and all those who loved her were taken from her. Finding a mate was supposed to bring the other half of her soul into her life. She doubted very seriously that it would be good. Very little in the last ten years were good. She was Beta born but treated like an omega, except for tonight she was groomed for her mate, if he was even out there, with the hopes that she would be taken off their hands. "Earth to Rayne!" A voice shouted from the doorway to the ratty little room she called her bedroom. She looked over to see the Alpha's daughter Bridgette standing in the doorway in her skin tight blood-red ball gown. Her face was caked in makeup, her lips a deep red, and her eyes were lined in black eyeliner to make her blue eyes stand out. She looked like a painted-up whore. Fitting since it matched her behavior. Rayne would be beyond happy just to be rid of her. "It is time to go and you know how father hates to be kept waiting, so let's get moving." Her voice just oozed bitchiness."Let's go then. The sooner we get there the sooner I can get back here and on with my life," She lifted the skirt of her gown and walked to the door. "You mean the sooner you can get back here and clean up this mess and the one in my room?" She lifted one of her finely sculpted eyebrows and smirked at Rayne. She has been one of Rayne's worst enemies since they were kids. Her brother was nice to Rayne and she hated it. She hated that anyone showed Rayne any kind of affection that she believed should always be shown to her. Drama queen was not a title for her, she was much more self-absorbed and narcissistic than anyone Rayne had ever met. Seeing as how she had never been outside Jade Moon territory, that wasn't saying much. Rayne look her straight in the eye and shrugged. She had no intention of coming back here tonight. She had stashed a bag full of her belongings in a tree outside the pack borders. She would leave the party after her required two hours, grab her bag, and leave this life behind. No one would even know she was gone until late into the afternoon tomorrow. By then she would be miles away if things went her way for once. She shook herself out of her thoughts and followed Bridgette down the hallway that led to the attic door. They climbed down the stairs to the first floor of the Alpha's mansion to find Alpha Wilson standing in the entry hall glaring up at them as they descended the stairs. He radiated power and anger at being left waiting. His dark eyes glittering with his anger. His dirty blond hair was slicked back and looked like it needed a wash. He was in a deep charcoal grey tux that looked surprisingly nice. His tall frame was slightly hunched over due to an unhealed training injury. He refused to let the pack doctors heal him and claimed he would be fine. It had been three weeks and the more time that passed the angrier he got that he wasn't healing as fast as he used to. "About time you two got down here. I have been waiting for over twenty minutes." She knew if they didn't hurry that she would be wearing one of his bruises for the rest of the night. Not that she wasn't used to being his punching bag, but tonight she was not going to be his victim again. She was done being this pack's whipping dog. Bridgette grabbed her arm and pulled her down the remaining stairs and over to Wilson, even she was afraid of him when he was angry. She squared her shoulders and prepared to go to the ballroom where hundreds of wolves from all over North America were milling about, drinking, dancing, and waiting for the clock to strike midnight. The time where all the underage wolves would turn eighteen and they would sense their mate if he or she were near. Once a year this ball was held in a different pack's territory. Each year every unmated wolf would join the party in the hopes that they would find the other half of their soul in the form of their mate. "Let's go, ladies, midnight is an hour away and I am sure there will be a luck wolf out in that room for each of you," Wilson walked into the ballroom ahead of them, paused for a moment to see that they were following him and when he was satisfied with them entering the room, he made his way to the bar. Bridgette looked at her with that arched brow smirk of hers then moved off towards the dance floor with her single-minded goal. To make herself the center of attention so that every male in the room would notice her. That worked just fine for Rayne, as her goal was to hide in the shadows until she could safely be certain that Wilson was drunk and she could slip out of the mansion and get on with her plans.She will be gone for good, hopefully..."