The Alpha's Slave Mate

Chapter 6: Daphne’s Point of View 

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.

Running free in the woods in my escape.

For that short while I am not Daphne the disappointment, or Daphne the murderer.

For just this moment in time I am free.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Free from my pack, free from my family, free from the abuse, and free from wishing my life were different.

My wolf is antsy and ready to start running.I love jumping over the fallen trees, listening to the crickets chirping, the birds just waking up, and the woods slowly coming to life.I inhale the scent of the pine trees, the moss, and the bark.

To me there is no better scent than the woods.

After running for a while and enjoying the work out I head to the river.I am hoping that I see the deer again today.

Her beauty was majestic, and I would love to be able to watch her grazing again.

I love feeling the shift of the earth beneath my paws as I reach the rivers edge.I looking to the opposite bank hoping that the doe will be 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 am hoping that I do not see one today.I have heard that rogues are notoriously vicious and will not hesitate to attack.

Since I am a slave, I have never been allowed to train.I do not know the first thing about defending myself.

My head snaps as I hear a noise to the left andI see a large black wolf.

For a moment I am stunned this wolf is huge, larger than even my father and he is an Alpha.

His black fur is gorgeous, and I am stunned at its exquisite beauty.

My heart feels like it is going to jump out of my chest.I can barely draw a breath as I meet his eyes.

They are like an endless pool of honey, and for a brief second, I want to take a step towards him.

Then my brain thankfully starts to function, and I realize I need to run now.

Not only am I defenseless if this wolf attacks, but I] have never had any interaction with another wolf while I was shifted.

I turn and run a s fast as I can towards the pack house.I notice fairly quickly that the other wolf has not given chase, but I d o not slow at all.

Once I am in my clothes I shift quickly, redress and run back into the house.

I am silently berating myself all the way up the back stairs for letting my guard down and allowing another wolf to see me in shifted form.

A thousand questions are filling my head like who he was, and will my parents now know that I have shifted.Will he talk about it to other people?

My stomach is in knots imagining the beating that will come if my father learns that not only have, I shifted by I was running through the woods.

As I change into clothes to go and prepare breakfast I am praying that the mystery wolf keeps my secret.