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. :

my mother was helping her to get ready. I remember watching from the shadows of

put on would be the black eye she gave me on my birthday last

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 no one in my pack would ever accept me as a mate. ° Walking into the meeting hall I tried to imagine how it is going to be tonight. The people dancing, food being served, the

amoment] felt a little like Cinderella, pining and wishing she could go to the ball. The reality is that I have no Fairy Godmother though. No one

had arrived. I seen them unloading decorations in deep auburn and gold colors. It would be perfect for the Mabon

once caught me drawing animals in the dust of an end table in one of the guest bedrooms and he flew into a rage. He kept telling me that I was ungrateful that he allowed me to live as he