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.

that I will not be attending the ball,

I am not Daphne the disappointment, or Daphne the murderer. For just

birds just waking up, and the woods slowly coming to life. I inhale the scent of the pine trees, the moss, and the bark. To me there is no better scent than the

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

am hoping that 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

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.