The Alpha's Slave Mate

My wolf was less joyed about the return trip home. She knew what was about to happen. She knew that we had to keep our head down and take the slaps and name calling. One more day to us. One more day wishing we were anywhere else but here. We both knew that today would be one of the worst days though. Today was a reminder to my entire pack, but especially to my parents, that I was alive and my brother was not.

I entered the pack house through the back door, making sure that I made as little noise as possible. As long as the pack members were asleep, I was safe. I turned on the two big coffee makers we had in the kitchen and started to get out the skillets I would need to make up the pack breakfast.

Most pack members have their own homes. The members that live here in the pack house are the Alpha, the Luna, the Beta and his mate, a few of our strongest warriors, and a few pack members that are on my father’s advisement council, and me of course.

My sister Scarlett lived here until she met her destined mate eight years ago. Shortly after they completed the mating ceremony my sister, and the only person who had shown me love moved into her mate’s pack on along the coast of California. Although I know that Dorian loves my sister more than himself, I still hated him a little bit for taking her away from me.

I shake off the memories and hurriedly get to work. Even though only a few pack members reside here they are mostly male warriors and have very large appetites. I carefully make a variety of eggs, from scrambled with cheese to poached. Ham, bacon and sausage are also prepared, and then I start on the pancakes.

then start bringing in the plates of food. Years of serving the members have taught me exactly what they like. I try my hardest to serve them quickly and quietly. The faster I am in

“Daphne”

I start trembling even though I am trying to hide it. Out of all of the members of the pack my father is the most vicious, and the one that has

to look directly into the eyes of any member of my pack. That is how much

arrival. We will be hosting three additional packs here; therefore, you will be preparing dinner for our esteemed guests as well. Ensure that it is delicious, or I will kill you in front of them for your disrespect. Am

reply the Beta

pathetic wretch could cook anything that would satisfy our guests. I highly recommend that we look into having this event catered instead. Having this dumb brat even try to meet Alpha Caleb standards would just display how pathetic she is. “Beta Noah despises my presence almost as

my own mother’s lips. Never has she ever muttered anything nice to me. Her hatred for me is like a slow poison that is injected into my veins every time

am terrified that he will choose me. I have no idea what kind of food would be up to par for the visiting packs. The only wolves that I have ever met that did not belong to my pack was