The Alpha's Slave Mate novel Chapter 62

Book 2 Chapter 10

Caleb’s Point of View

After letting Theo know that I am leaving the pack lands for a quick errand, I am pumped up as I climb in my Jeep. Everything that I have planned out for Daphne is going perfectly, and I hope this is enough to show my beloved mate that there is nothing in this world that I will not do to make her happy. Daphne’s scent to me has always had a tinge of gladiolas,

and I know the perfect place for me to get

her a beautiful boutique. I wave goodbye

to the guards as I head into LaGrande.

It is not very often that we must wander into human lands for things. Theo and I

have built our pack up to be as self-

sufficient as possible. We grow most of

our own food and raise our own livestock.

We also hunt and fish when we want or

need to, never taking more from the Earth than we put back. So, I decide that I will take advantage of this time and roll down my windows and blare the radio. I recall when I had brought Daphne to our

home. That was the first time that she

had ridden in a car or had control of the

stereo. A smile graces my face as I recall

the simple pleasure that she had gotten

from the experience. I love showing her

new things, and since she was extremely

isolated almost everything is new to her.

LaGrande is a beautiful smaller town in

Oregon. It is home to Eastern Oregon University, as well as many mom-and- pop stores that I prefer over larger corporations. I hold nothing against the big-name stores, but I have an old soul that prefers a much ore simple time. I am extremely grateful for the local college as they are the ones that have completed most of our soil samples. It is also extremely convenient for any members of

my pack that wish to pursue a higher education, and I have even hosted

members of allied packs that wish to pursue a degree. Knowledge is important and I strive to make every avenue

available to my pack members to pursue

their passions.

Today is not for soil samples or higher education, today is about Daphne and me.

I cruise down the main road until I see the

sign for the shop that I was looking for, Fitzgerald’s Flowers. It is a smaller shop, but they always have the best flowers, and they are one of the few shops that

carries gladiolas. I quickly park the Jeep

and head into the shop.

Being a werewolf means having an amazing sense of smell. Before I could

even open the door to the shop, I was

overwhelmed by the floral scent

emanating from the shop. I had mentally

prepared myself, but my nose was not

cooperating, and I started sneezing. Once the sneezing had stopped, I finally made my way to the counter and was greeted by a very courteous worker. I explained to her that I was looking for fresh cut flowers, preferably a bouquet that had gladiolas within it. She was very nice and explained that they did not have anything like that premade but that she would get started on the order immediately and

only needed fifteen minuets to make it happen. I told her that I would happily

wait for the order to be done.

I hung outside the shop, listening to music in the Jeep while I waited for the order to be completed. After fifteen

minuets I reentered the store just as the worker was wrapping my order in cellophane. The worker had done a fantastic job. She expertly surrounded the gladiolas with babies breath, lilies, and

few other flowers that I did not know the

names of. The gladiolas were by far the