The Alpha's Slave Mate

Daphne’s Point of View

After the altercation with Heather I had cleaned up the dining room. I carefully avoided all contact with not only my pack, but the visiting pack members as well. As soon as I had the dining room cleaned up, I washed up the dishes and retreated to my room. Everyone else was busy worrying about the visiting pack. I just wanted to disappear.

The next morning my throat was still sore and a little scratchy from where Heather had choked me. Checking the mirror, I can see that the bruises were already fading from sight. Since I love to shift every morning and go for a run my healing abilities are pretty good. Being a werewolf means that we heal relatively quickly, but if you do not regularly shift your healing abilities can be hindered.

door I was extra careful to be quiet this morning. Since we are rarely visited by other packs I do not know if they have their own warriors patrolling the area, and I want to avoid all contact. I know that I will not be attending the ball, and that is fine with me. I do not mind not meeting other packs. I am already humiliated

I am not Daphne the disappointment, or Daphne the murderer. For just this moment in time

to the crickets chirping, the birds just waking up, and the woods slowly coming to life. I inhale the scent of the pine trees, the moss,

watch her grazing again. I love feeling the shift of the earth beneath my paws as I reach the rivers edge. I looking to the opposite bank hoping that the doe will be there again, but unfortunately, she is not. I am disappointed but I hear a

I do not see one today. I have heard that rogues are notoriously vicious and will not hesitate to attack. Since I am a slave, I have never been allowed to train. I do not know the first thing about defending myself. My head snaps as I

stunned this wolf is huge, larger than even my father and he is an Alpha. His black fur is gorgeous, and I am stunned at its exquisite beauty. My heart feels like it is going to jump out of my chest. I can barely draw a breath as I meet his eyes. They are like an endless pool of honey, and for a brief second, I want to