The Alpha's Slave Mate

Chapter Thirty-One

Caleb’s Point of View

Work has consumed me lately. We are expecting a harsh winter, so I have been in trade negotiations with neighboring packs, trying to ensure that everyone is supplied. I have also been fielding a lot of questions about my mate. Although Daphne and I have marked each other, we have not set a date for the ceremony. This is making people question whether we are true mates. Daphne should have stepped up as my Luna, but she is still learning about herself and our pack. I know that she is not ready. I am hoping to shield her from the extra attention for a little while longer. Hopefully with time she will become more comfortable with her new position in life.

This waiting game has taken its toll on me though. I hear the rumors that we have trouble in paradise, that she is not my real mate, that a spell was cast over me to make me believe that she is my mate. They are a bunch of crap, but rumors spread quickly. Even Marcus has called me to chat this week about them. I have Theo teaching Daphne as fast as he can about the politics that govern us, and about the pack and its history. She is a quick learner, but because she was so sheltered and abused it is like trying to cram fifteen years of knowledge into a few short weeks. I know that we will have to do the ceremony soon in order to put these rumors to rest. I can not have the entire werewolf community doubting my mate before she even has a chance to prove herself as a Luna. I also havea sneaking suspicion that some of these rumors were started by members of the Silver Moon pack.

that I will not open trade negotiations with him and his pack. It did not help that I basically threatened to destroy his pack. What did he expect though, he mistreated my mate? Any

here, but few are willing or able to do the work that it takes to get here. More than once we have been attacked by someone stupid enough to think that they can step into my shoes. Not to toot my own horn but

the mating ceremony, but I have been putting it off. I do not want to stress her out. I am scared that if I do it will hinder the progress she has already made. I can see how far she

human and wolf form. She is also doing well with Theo, and I know he is teaching her

° I hurry back to the house, anxious to see my mate. Walking in! smell the faint odor of fish and

already in bed. As I get closer to her, I can see that there are dried tears on her cheeks. Still worried that she is ill, I press my lips to forehead, but she does not seem warm. I straighten up confused as to what caused her to cry. Finally,