The Alpha's Slave Mate novel Chapter 61

Book 2 Chapter 9

Daphne’s Point of View

I jolt awake in a cold sweat, and it takes

me a moment to realize where I am. Once the fog of sleep has lifted, I look to make sure that I have not woken Caleb up. Thankfully, he is still soundly sleeping and was not disturbed by my movement. For a moment I am jealous that he is able to sleep so soundly when lately I have been consumed by nightmares. Knowing that I will not be able to find sleep again I carefully remove Caleb’s arm from

around me and slip out of bed.

My wolf was itching to be free, and since no one else was up I decided that going for a nice morning run would clear my head. I quickly throw on a pair of shorts, and a shirt and grab my shoes as I quietly

walk out of our bedroom door. It does not

take me long to make my way out of the house.

As I start walking towards the woods, I cannot stop my mind from wandering back to my dream. Somehow in my dream

my parents were still alive. Caleb had

gotten tired of me not producing an heir and was returning me to them. In the dream we had returned to my former home and Caleb had told my parents that he had made a mistake. My mother in all her glory was there to snidely remind me that it was only right that my child had died since I had killed her son. My father was shaking his head in disappointment as he told Caleb that I was an

abomination, one that should have been terminated. Even though there was no physical violence in the dream, I felt as beat up as ever. 2

Recalling the words that my mother had

spoken in the dream; I truly wonder if the

Moon Goddess has decided that I was not

worthy of raising pups. Although I had

once believed that she favored me at least

a little because Caleb was my destined

mate, was that the only happiness that was meant for my life? Could I be happy not being a mother? 1

Finally reaching the edge of the wood line. I forcibly shake my head to dispel my

thoughts. Right now, it is time for my

wolf to run. She deserves to be free and

wild, and I have not been attentive to her

needs lately. I ensure that I am alone

before stripping down and shifting into

my wolf. 1

I feel the burst of excitement as her paws hit the earth beneath her. Taking a long whiff, I enjoy the clean crisp air up here in the mountains. I start the run out slow, taking long leaps and stretching out my muscles that have not been used lately.

Soon I feel loose and free and start

dashing deeper into the woods, allowing my wolf to frolic.

Soon I come upon a rock wall and decide. to run along side of it. I giggle internally

as I startle a few rabbits. I can tell that I

am getting dangerously close to the perimeter of my pack.

My wolf stops suddenly, tumbling head

over tail as we unexpectantly come across.

one of the pack warriors. He quickly takes

up an attack stance, and a bit of pride

shoots through me. Using my mind l**k I quickly tell him who I am. The young

warrior is at first shocked, and then

fearful as he was in a stance to attack his

Luna. I reassure him that it is fine, as he profusely apologies to me. I make sure to tell him that I am proud of his quick reflexes, before turning and bounding

back into the forest. a

This encounter makes me realize that I do

not know as much as I thought I did about

the perimeter of our pack region. Although I knew that we had guards and

scouts posted along our borders, I do not

exactly know where our borders are. I

make a mental note to inquire about that

issue with Caleb. As I near the area where

I left my clothes, I snort not looking

forward to what I have resolved to do

today.

I once again make sure that no one else is around before shifting and putting my clothes back on. Walking back to the house I bask in the early morning glow of

the sun. Despite my duties for today, I am

feeling really good right now.

I promised myself yesterday that I would

call the pack doctor today. I know that I

need to get over losing the pup, not just

for my sake but for Caleb’s as well.

Training the peculiar wolves has been a sort of therapeutic relief, but now I worry

that I am doing more harm than good. I

barely see Caleb now. Jogging up the last few steps to the main door, I am resolved that I will call the pack doctor

immediately.

Entering our room, I can tell that I have just missed Caleb. His scent is still very strong, and there is evidence that he has just left the shower. My heart aches with missing him. With him in mind I reach for my cell phone. It dawns on me that I am not sure who to call. I am not sure if I

should call the physician that handled the loss of the pup, or the clinic. I decide to call the clinic. Upon reaching the

receptionist I quickly explain the reason for my call, and she politely informs me that she is transferring me to the mental

health clinic.

The next receptionist that I speak with is

very polite, and she asks if I would like a male or female doctor. I explain that I do

not have a preference. She begins to take

my information to get me scheduled, but