The Alpha's Slave Mate

After the altercation with Heather I had cleaned up the dining room.I carefully avoided all contact with not only my pack, but the visiting pack members as well.

As soon as I had the dining room cleaned up, I washed up the dishes and retreated to my room.

Everyone else was busy worrying about the visiting pack.I just wanted to disappear.

The next morning my throat was still sore and a little scratchy from where Heather had choked me.

Checking the mirror, I can see that the bruises were already fading from sight.

Since I love to shift every morning and go for arun my healing abilities are pretty good.

Being a werewolf means that we heal relatively quickly, but if you do not regularly shift your healing abilities can be hindered.

Heading out the back door I was extra careful to be quiet this morning.

Since we are rarely visited by other packs I do not know if they have their own warriors patrolling the area, and I want to avoid all contact.I know that I will not be attending the ball, and that is fine with me.I do not mind not meeting other packs.I am already humiliated enough by my own pack; I do not need any other packs joining in on the humiliation or abuse.I feel my mind and body relax as I make it to the woods.

free in the

while I am not Daphne the disappointment, or Daphne

this moment in

from the abuse,

to start running.I love jumping over the fallen trees, listening to the crickets chirping, the birds just waking up, and the

me there is no

while and enjoying the work out I head

and I would love to be able to watch her grazing

there again, but unfortunately, she is not.I am disappointed but I hear a twig snap nearby and all my senses go into hyperdrive.I have never seen a rogue, and I

slave, I have never been allowed to train.I do not

as I hear a noise to the

huge, larger than

I am stunned at its

of my chest.I can barely draw a breath as I meet his