The Alpha's Slave Mate

Chapter Eight

Daphne's Point of View

I was nervous throughout most of the morning, scared that my secret about shifting would be exposed. I calmed down throughout the day though as it continued to be basically normal. Breakfast was bigger than usual because of the visiting pack. The Alpha decided that I was too clumsy to serve out our guests, so he ordered some of the Omegas of our pack to serve out the meal. I was sent over to the hall to ensure that it was clean for the decorations to be set up and the caters to arrive. I hated being dismissed before breakfast was over because now, I could not eat any of the left-over food. Oh well I thought it is not the first time I have gone without food. »

As I was walking to the meeting hall, I noticed that the pack was out and about. Clearly everyone was excited about the ball tonight. I watched mothers taking their daughters to get their hair done and I felt the familiar ache of wishing my mother had done those things with me. I am used to being ignored and hurt but deep down I really wish I had a loving family. I would have loved for my mother to read me a bedtime story or brush my hair. I was very jealous with how close my mother and Scarlet were. :

about six years old, I spied on my mother and Scarlet. There was a dance coming up at Scarlet’s school, and my mother was helping her to get ready. I remember watching from the shadows of the doorway and wishing that my mother would brush my hair, or one day help me put on makeup. I laugh to myself bringing myself

the black eye she gave me on my birthday last year. I made a vow long ago that if I

A few of our warriors were wrestling along the side, playing around as wolves will do. I noticed a few guys that did not look familiar, and I took care to walk far enough away to not be noticed. I don’t need any attention and prefer to stay hidden in the shadows. I gave up hope a long time ago of amate coming and whisking me away from here. We do not get a lot of visitors usually, and

go to the ball. The reality is that I have no Fairy Godmother though. No one was going

cleaned, I did some unneeded dusting and gave the place a once over. By the time I was through the decorators had arrived. I seen them unloading decorations in deep auburn and gold colors. It would be perfect for the Mabon ball. The centerpieces were these

he flew into a rage. He kept telling me that I was ungrateful that he allowed me to live as he repeatedly hit me in the head and punched me