The Alpha's Slave Mate

Caleb’s Point of View

I hated waking up in a strange bed. I hated even more that my normal routine could not be kept. Par usual I wake up before almost everyone else. I quickly throw on some sweatpants, not even bothering with a shirt. These rare hours that I have to myself I use them to spoil myself. The rest of my days are filled with meetings, trainings, and other pack business. With the tension in my shoulders I know that I need to let my wolf out on a run so that I am calmer tonight for the festivities. I know that my pack is hoping that I find my mate tonight. Truth be told I am a little anxious to find her as well.

at the window of the room I slept in last night. The Silver Moon pack has been very generous since we arrived, and I am thankful that Theo is great with politics. Right now, though I continue to the edge of the wood, my wolf already itching to be free. I love modern amenities, but my heart and soul belong

taken pride in my physical appearance. Training and running has made my body very tone, and being out in the sun has left my skin with a honey caramel coloring. I have been told that my skin compliments my hazel eyes. I keep my

wolf I practically purr at feeling the soft, dense moss beneath my paws. Inhaling the deep sweet smell of the surrounding pine trees I feel my muscles relax. I start running towards the south, enjoying the easy

pay too much attention. If it is a rogue, I will end its life. It is not