The Alpha's Slave Mate novel Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Daphne's Point of View

I could hear Caleb talking to some people in the bedroom. My mind is racing trying to comprehend everything that was happening so quickly. When I woke up this morning, I was a slave, now! am no longer a slave. Caleb says that Iam his mate, but! still cannot understand how the Moon Goddess would let that happen. I will admit that standing in his arms, against his chest felt like home in a way. My mind was at peace, and for once I was completely relaxed. The closest I have been to that feeling was shifting and running through the forest. I have never been that relaxed or comforted in human form. After not being hugged for so long it felt great to just be held. :

My thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the bathroom door. “Hey whenever you are ready to come out, we have some dresses available for you to look at.” The woman’s voice is soft, but bubbly and I instantly liked her already. I like naturally happy go lucky people. Taking a deep breath, I open the door, steeling myself for whatever was to come next.

Looking out into Caleb’s room there are four girls standing around. On the bed there are three different dresses, and everyone is looking at me.

Stepping out I figure it would be best to introduce myself. “Hi um I’m Daphne.” “Hi Daphne, I am Hannah. That girl there is Laura, her sister Bethany, and that one is Sarah. Alpha Caleb said that you needed some things for the ball tonight, so we are here to help you get ready, and look your best.” Turns out that the bubbly voice belonged to Hannah and I could not stop myself from smiling at her.

In a lot of ways her vibrant personality reminded me of Scarlet, but her kindness reminded me of Luna Alma. Luna Alma is Alpha Jerome’s wife. Hannah is very pretty, she has long wavy blonde hair. She isn’t particularly tall, but she is well proportioned. She has a very cute round face, and a little button nose.

Walking over to me she puts her hand on my back and leads me towards the bed. “We have these three laid out for you to look at and Bethany has more dresses in her bag if you want to see those.” Hannah has taken charge of the situation but not in a demanding way. Her excitement is contagious and the dresses they have laid out are stunning. Looking down they have laid out a light blue chiffon dress, a pale peach satin dress, and a deep burgundy colored dress. All three of them are beautiful. Like magic my anxiety is back, and I realize I do not know what to pick, or even what would look good on me. I have never dressed up for anything, and truly I have never cared too much about how I looked. Tonight, is different through, Caleb himself is escorting me to the ball and I do not want to embarrass him.

“Hannah, I um I don’t know what to pick. I have never been to a ball, and I don’t know what would look good.” I am looking down at the carpet as I speak. It is embarrassing to admit that I have no idea what I am doing. While I was looking down, willing my tears not to surface Bethany had stepped closer to me and placed her hand in comfort on my back.

“Daphne you don’t need to be embarrassed. I was a slave once too, so I understand what you're going through right now.” Hannah’s voice was soft but sincere. I turned my head to look at her. It was hard to believe that this bouncy bundle of joy was once a slave too. ° “My parents turned rogue, and I was born a rogue. When I was a toddler they were killed, and I was taken and raised a sa slave. My life was miserable, I was beaten severely. Beta Theo had visited my old pack shortly after I had been whipped with a cane for breaking some dishes. I had not shifted yet, so my marks were slow to heal. He did not leave my side until Alpha Caleb finished the negotiations with my old pack for my freedom. I was only ten years old at the time. Alpha Caleb and Beta Theo have kind of raised me. They both were with me during my first shift, they have made sure that I excelled in school, and hopefully when I find my mate it will be Alpha Caleb that will throw our celebration.”

Hearing Hannah’s story is heartbreaking. She has been through a lot of sorrow and pain like me. I appreciate her opening to me about her past because I know that she did it to ease my embarrassment. I hope that her and I become good friends.

“I think you should try the burgundy dress on. The coloring will highlight your hair and eyes.” Bethany speaks up as she softly runs her hand along the fabric. Inod in agreement, and it suddenly dawns on me that! am still standing in my towel.

“Ok so on to happier moments, Daphne lets get you ready.” Hannah is back to being the happy lively woman that she is.

The girls not only help me get the dress on, but they also find matching shoes. They are peep toe sandals with a small chunky heel. The whole experience has me feeling like Cinderella. All the girls are super nice, and am enjoying hearing them chat about the different guys they are hoping will be attending tonight. I wonder briefly if I will ever be as carefree as they seem at this moment. Looking at Hannah I know that there is hope. -

When the girls are done dressing themselves, they set to getting each other’s hair done. Hannah does my hair in a beautiful half up half down style. She then curled the tendrils of hair that were hanging down. Looking in the mirror I did not recognize myself. Thankfully, the ball had distracted everyone, and I did not have any bruises that were still healing. For once I thought that I looked nice.