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.

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 enough by my own pack; I do not need any other packs joining

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

ready to start running. I love jumping over the fallen trees, listening to the crickets chirping, the birds just waking up, and the woods slowly coming to

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 the opposite bank hoping that the doe will be there again, but unfortunately, she is not. I am disappointed but I hear a twig snap nearby and all my

attack. Since I am a slave, I have never been allowed to

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