The Alpha's Slave Mate

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.

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

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

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

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

moments, Daphne lets get you ready.” Hannah is back to being the

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

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

shades of eye shadows, lip glosses, and a lot of make up brushes. I did not realize that this much make up even existed. I sat still as the girls explained foundations, and contouring. I hate to admit it, but I was lost and did not understand half of what they were saying. Next, they

girls announced that I

did not recognize the face

into looking normal. I loved the make up that they used. With the amount of time that they had spent I was a little afraid that I would resemble a clown. This was the total opposite. Other than the lipstick everything looked natural. They

and racoon eyes are not

I feel likea princess. I

to do it. Consider it a small welcoming from your new pack.” Bethany’s words are sincere, and I

to go. Should we go and get Alpha Caleb?” Sarah asks, looking down at