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.

avoid all contact. I know that I will not be attending

body relax as I make it to the woods. Running free in the woods in my escape. For that short while I am not Daphne the disappointment, or Daphne the murderer.

chirping, the birds just waking up, and the

able to watch her grazing again. I love feeling the shift of

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

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 take a step towards