The Alpha's Slave Mate

Chapter Fifteen

Caleb’s Point of View

I could smell her before I ever even seen her face. Instantly my wolf was howling, mine. My heart stopped in my chest when she walked through the door. She is breathtaking. Even in sweatpants and an old tee-shirt she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. She is long legged, with long brown hair cascading in soft waves down her back. She looks thin, and in the back of my mind I wonder when the last time she ate was. ’

Her scent is intoxicating, better than the best wines ever produced. It reminds me of sunshine, gladiolas, pine trees, and rosemary. She smells like the forest in springtime, pure, natural and mine. My wolf is begging to come out. He is practically demanding it. He wants to take her in our arms, hold her and never let go.

As if she can read my mind she looks into my eyes. My wolf is howling so loud its difficult to concentrate. Her eyes are almond shaped, and she has recently been crying. I can see the wetness still on her cheeks, and every fiber of my being wants to wipe those tears away. There is no doubt that she is my mate. My claws are digging into the armchair to stop me from swooping her up in my arms. It is not difficult to see that she is scared out of her mind. I want to ease her fears as quickly as I can. Her hazel eyes go wide, and she looks down at the floor. My wolf instantly flies into a rage seeing her act so obediently to people that do not even deserve to be in her presence. I immediately ask her to look up again. I need to see her eyes. She complies and I feel Theo place his hand on my shoulder.

my reactions so well. I know that he feels my urgency to finish this business. All I can think about is getting her out of here, holding her close to me. Letting her know that I will never let anyone hurt

Truthfully, if she chooses to stay, I cannot guarantee that I will not start an all-out war to have her at my side. I do not want to force her, but I can barely contain myself in this seat. My muscles are tense in anticipation of her answer. Then she blows my mind by kneeling in front of me and pledging her loyalty to my pack. Words can not explain the anger coursing through my veins that my mate is kneeling on the floor. I can feel her fear as if it were my own and part of me wants to rip every persons heart out that has caused her to have this

skin is making my heartbeat wildly. Her hands are calloused from years of cleaning, and I notice that she has long fingers. My mother would have said that she has piano hands. I tell her that we need to talk, and I am pulling her out of the room before anyone

lead her along to the room I was given. I need to be alone with her even if it is only a moment. I cannot believe I found my mate. | I barely have the door shut and Iam pulling her to me and hugging her. I feel her go still and her arms do not wrap around me. Warning bells are going off in my head and I realize that she is still scared. Shit, I berate myself

couch and she walks over obediently and sits down. I am taking a few deep breaths to

ask but her fear is holding her back. “ Let me explain what just happened, and maybe a little bit about your new life. My Beta Theo and I discovered that you were a slave here to the Silver Moon pack. We do not have slaves in the Blue Mountain

Jason?” Her lips are quivering as if she expects me to throw her out

try. The Blue Mountain pack is the largest and most successful pack on the west coast, and possibly in all the United States. Our pack started gaining prestige with my grandparent’s work, and that continued with my parent’s work. We bucked some of the traditions found in older packs. We do not have slaves, every member of our pack is revered and treated well. Even our Omegas are treated well and serve a purpose within our pack. Every member has a say in the way our pack is managed, and although we are a very large pack you will quickly learn that we

than she is now, and I really needed to explain why we bartered for her