The Alpha's Slave Mate

Caleb’s Point of View

I hated waking up in a strange bed. I hated even more that my normal routine could not be kept. Par usual I wake up before almost everyone else. I quickly throw on some sweatpants, not even bothering with a shirt. These rare hours that I have to myself I use them to spoil myself. The rest of my days are filled with meetings, trainings, and other pack business. With the tension in my shoulders I know that I need to let my wolf out on a run so that I am calmer tonight for the festivities. I know that my pack is hoping that I find my mate tonight. Truth be told I am a little anxious to find her as well.

been very generous since we arrived, and I am thankful that Theo is great with politics. Right now, though I continue to the edge

for a moment to strip my sweatpants off thankful that the woods are dense. I am not ashamed in any way of my body, I have always taken pride in my physical appearance. Training and running has made my body very tone, and being out in the sun has left my skin with a honey caramel coloring. I have been told that my skin compliments my hazel eyes. I keep my

moss beneath my paws. Inhaling the deep sweet smell of the surrounding pine trees I feel my muscles relax. I start running towards the south, enjoying the easy slopes that are allowing me to stretch out my legs. I can smell water up ahead and decide that it would be a great

attention. If it is a rogue, I will end its life. It is not uncommon for rogues to travel together and sometimes they use a single wolf as a scout. As I clear the trees and come upon the riverbank all my senses are