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.

of my hold. Theo has opened the door for me, and I carry

and retrieve our bags from outside. I ask her if she wants to tour the house first or put her things away in our room. Her eyebrows raise when I say ours, but she does not question it outright. She decides that she wants to go see the room.

I have never shared my room with a female, and I know it could use a woman’s touch. I 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

are wide in wonder

I want her to put little touches on the room, I want her to make this hers as well as mine. Daphne walks

passed when I was younger” now does not feel like

really loved each other.” Daphne is

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 remember my father always making my mother laugh in

deepened the kiss she did not pull away. I meant the words I said to her, I hope that someday we do have the kind of relationship that my parents had. I want

arms around my neck, and she moans slightly against my mouth. Her taste is intoxicating, and I can feel my lust start to grow. Daphne starts playing with the hair at the base of my neck, wrapping her fingers

that, or I am afraid that I will not be able to control myself much longer.” I hate to admit the truth to her, but my wolf is losing his restraint by the

can feel her canines lightly graze my neck and I growl. I 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 I have not to mark you this instant. If you keep kissing

at me. My little minx of a mate laughed at my words. She has not stopped kissing my neck, and suckling in certain spots. I lose some of my control when she licks my earlobe. I pick her up causing her to squeal a little. I wrap her legs around my waist 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 top of her again. I can

straining against the thin 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

mark you. I will seal the mating between us right here and now.” I need to know that she is sure.

her strength, her wildness is exotic and amazing. I want more than anything to strip her clothes off and bury myself deep within her. To my surprise Daphne is now trying to get out from underneath me and I move to

pulls it off. My mate is riding me through my clothes fully caught up in her passion. She is gorgeous, wild, and free. I do not think I have ever been

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

my wolf. The feeling racing through me can 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

neck no longer able to stop myself. She marked me first. My 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

that she can slide them off. Now my beautiful mate is poised on top of me practically naked, straddling me like she is 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

rose a little as I push upward in order to slide my jeans down. She was 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