The Alpha's Slave Mate

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Caleb’s Point of View

I could not help looking over at Daphne the entire ride. It is still amazing to me how much of the world she has not really seen or interacted with. Watching her gazing out the window it is almost like she is in another world. I guess for her she is in another world. There are so many things that I want to take her to do and experience that I have started a mental list.

Watching her looking at all the tress I know that I want to take her to the coast. The drive through the river gorge is breathtaking. When we are passing through La Grande I add taking her toa movie. I bet that she has never seen a big screen or seen a 3-D movie. As we get closer to home, I get a little nervous. Although things seem to be progressing with Daphne on a physical level, I still do not think that she has accepted fully that she is my mate. I do not know if she will like the house, or even if she will like my pack. I also wonder if it has dawned on her that as my mate, she will be the Luna of my pack. That worries me more than anything.

Daphne is stronger than she realizes, but she must be educated about her own people. Daphne did not grow up traditionally, so there are a few things that she must be taught, especially about mated pairs. I still have the fear that this will prove to be too much for her and that ultimately, she will reject me.

Although the Moon Goddess makes fated pairs within the werewolf community, we still have our own choice to accept our mates. I have meta rejected mate once and it was a terrible sight. The wolf never gets the full connection to their human side and it creates a war within the being. One that can ultimately rip a person’s mind apart at the seams literally. Imagining that happening to me is torture.

I slow down as we come into my town. I have a lot of pride in my pack, and with my town. We build together as a family,

and aesthetically I think it is beautiful. I am hoping that Daphne thinks so as well. Pulling in Iam pleased that she is looking out everywhere. It is a beautiful fall day, and there are pups out playing, and people working. Iam so happy to be home.

Pulling into the manor house driveway, my heart soars as Daphne calls our home beautiful. I had hoped that she would come to love it as much as! do.

Our manor house was built with enhancing the natural beauty surrounding it, while enhancing the comforts of those who reside inside.

That is how most of the town was built. Daphne seems entranced and I am loving her reaction. It puts some of my fears to rest about her rejecting me.

I take Daphne’s hand and lead her up the stairs to her new home. When we get to the top of the stairs, I set down the bags. Although we have not completed the mating ceremony, there is no chance in the world that I am going to miss carrying my mate over the threshold of our home on her first day. Daphne is still distracted looking around at the town and the rose garden. I sweep her up in my arms quickly causing her to squeal.

“Caleb what are you doing?” Daphne asks me, her eyes wide with surprise as I cradle her to my chest.

carrying you over the threshold.” I answer her grinning down at her beautiful face. She chuckles but does not try to break free of my

to tour the house first or put her things away in our room. Her eyebrows raise when I say ours,

open the door and let her inside, she walks to the middle of the room taking it in. I watch her stare at the fireplace along the wall, a picture of my parents above the mantle, then at the four-poster bed covered in the moss green quilt. Finally, her eyes land on the French style doors that

room is huge. You even have a fireplace.” Daphne's eyes are wide in wonder and I finally release the

that you like it. I want you to be comfortable here so if there is anything that you want to change, just say the word.” I want her to put little touches on the room, I want her to make this hers as well as mine. Daphne walks over to the mantle and picks up the picture of my parents. It was taken shortly after their mating ceremony. “You have your mother’s eyes.” Daphne looks up at me still holding the picture. “

I was younger” now does not feel like the time to divulge the

They look like they really loved each other.” Daphne is still staring at the picture as she places it back on the

I just feel the need to touch her. “ They were very much in love. I remember my father doting on my mother, he would have stolen the moon for her if she desired it. She doted on him too. I never seen them really fight or argue. They had minor disagreements, but I

I meant the

is intoxicating, and I can feel my lust start to grow. Daphne starts playing with the hair at the base of my neck, wrapping

be able to control myself much longer.” I hate to admit the truth to her, but my wolf is losing his restraint by the moment. Everything in me is begging to bite her and seal our mark, but I know that she is

am ready for her to mark me, but I do not think that she realizes that it will bind us together. “Daphne honey, it is taking every ounce of strength

so she can feel that I am throbbing, and very close to losing all control that I have. My hands cup her perfectly shaped ass, and I cannot help but give them a gentle squeeze. I carry her over to the bed and lower her on it with me on

fabric. I am lost in her. I grab Daphne’s hand and bring it to my throbbing cock. I meant to startle her, but she begins to rub me through my pants. “Shit Daphne I am serious love; you have to stop now, or I will not be able to.” Ican hear how husky my voice is.

stop now, I am going to mark you. I will seal the mating between us right here and now.” I need to know that she is sure. Daphne presses up against me again and my

you said we are mates.” She practically snaps at me. I wish she could see herself right now. The fire in her eyes, her strength, her wildness is exotic and amazing. I want more than anything to strip her clothes off

takes me by surprise as she rises to her knees and pushes me on to my back. I assumed that when she was trying to get up that she had decided that she was done or was not ready. However here she was now straddling me. I never thought that she would become the aggressor. To be honest I was not sure how I felt about that, but here she was grinding down on me kissing my neck. Daphne sits back and reaches down grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it off. My mate is riding me through my clothes fully caught up in her passion. She is gorgeous, wild, and free.

Iam too close to the edge of losing control as it is. I don't want to hurt you.” My mate’s eyes turn so dark at my words they are practically black. She releases a feral growl that is filled with frustration, desire, and something so primal I do not have the words to

not be described. I roll us over to where Iam on top of her and place my mark on her. I feel her body react in shock as she experiences everything that I just did. Her body is

little slave mate has a bold streak that I could not have imagined. I am trying to be gentle, but we are both withering in passion. I tear her bra off exposing her perfectly pink pearl nipples. I feast upon them flicking my tongue over the swollen nubs. Daphne runs her nails over my back then pulls my shirt upward and off. I roll us over and once again let her straddle me, determined to see how far

a hunter kneeling over her first kill. I love seeing the fire dancing in her eyes. She starts grinding on me through my jeans moving her hips in small circles. I undo the button on my jeans keeping my eyes locked with

surprised to find that I do not wear underwear. My mate froze finally realizing that she was in nothing, but her underwear andI am fully naked now. Her