The Alpha's Slave Mate

I do not mind cleaning. Usually I can stay out of the way of pack members, and since I clean everyday there is not much that needs done. Our pack house has ten guest rooms that are currently empty. I start by opening all the windows to air out the unused rooms. I love breathing in the crisp mountain air that comes in. Changing out the linens is a quick process since every room has its own closet with fresh sheets in them. The Luna takes great pride in the fact that the pack house is color coordinated. Every room that houses pack members or guest is decorated in its own color scheme.

My favorite room is to the south of the pack house. Its color scheme is a natural light green. I love being able to look out the windows and see the forest tops. Simply being in the room brings a peace to my soul. I take a little longer in that room, changing the linens, and putting fresh towels in the attached washroom. As I am finishing up, I can hear Melissa’s, and Heather’s voices coming down the hall. Melissa is the Beta’s wife, and although she is not outwardly cruel like my father and her husband, she also is not nice either. Heather is her daughter and she is extremely cruel, like her father.

Melissa and my mother Amanda are the best of friends. Rumor had it that when they were younger, they both hoped to be my father’s mate. Melissa stood as my mother’s Maid of Honor and was in the room for the birth of my sister. Both were pregnant at the same time, my mother with me and my brother and Melissa was pregnant with Heather. Although my mother is the Luna and does not normally attend births of the pack she was by Melissa’s side when Heather was born, just four days before I was.

Heather is one of the packs beauties. She is very tall with long legs and shimmering blond hair. The Mood Goddess blessed her with high cheek bones, and a voluptuous hourglass figure. When Heather walks into a room all the men stare at her beauty. Unfortunately, her beauty is only skin deep.

Heather has broken my nose on multiple occasions and has spread rumors throughout the pack that I am a slut. She blames me for her not being the next Luna. According to Heather my brother was probably her destined mate.

I go completely still inside the room. Hopefully, they will pass right by this room and I can move onto the next one with no problems.

with the slit in the side.” I can hear Melissa instructing

life to be a Luna and being the

red, and that he has not found his mate yet. This is important Heather; you must make him fall in love with you. The

will have no problem getting his eye.” As Heather makes that statement, I know that it is true. No man has ever been able

it is the mark of the harvest season. For werewolves it is exciting because it means that the nights are getting longer, thus we can hunt more easily. It is also a rare time that multiple packs get together to celebrate. This is important because often destined mates do not belong to the same pack, so it is a chance to find each other. I have never been

the dining room is buzzing with excitement as I serve out the dinner. Everyone is talking about the upcoming ball, and what they are going to wear. I even hear my father’s rare laugh at something Heather says. As I am getting ready to

Heather said as she picks up what is left of her lemon tilapia and throws it at my head. “Eat it off of the floor you

over to the fish and begin to eat it off the floor. “Yeah eat it up like

my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Heather delivers a swift kick to my face and I can immediately tell that she has broken my nose again. Suddenly she grabs my hair as she crouches down. “It should have been you that died, not Dustin.” She spits in my face, and slowly stands up.