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, 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 in on the humiliation

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

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

a while and enjoying the work out I head to the river. I am hoping that I see the deer again today. Her beauty was 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 the opposite bank hoping that the doe will be there again, but unfortunately, she is not. I

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

at its exquisite beauty. My heart feels like it is