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.

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

escape. For that short while I am not Daphne the disappointment, or Daphne the murderer. For just this moment in time I am free. Free from my pack, free from my family, free from the

the birds just waking up, and the woods slowly

majestic, and I would love to be able to watch her grazing again. I love feeling the shift of the earth beneath my paws as I reach the rivers edge. I looking to

have never seen a rogue, and I 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 head snaps as I

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