The Alpha's Slave Mate novel Chapter 59

Daphne’s Point of View

It had been a few days since the encounter I had with Caleb in the kitchen. I know that pushing him away hurt him emotionally, but I am just not ready to be physical again with him. It is not that I do not desire him, his very touch sends delicious tendrils of joy throughout my body. I am just fearful of getting pregnant again. As much as I have been trying to act like it has not bothered me, the truth is glaringly obvious that I am still healing. Scarlett has suggested seeking a counselor, but I do not know if I am ready to open up to anyone about how I am truly feeling.

It all comes down to the fact that I feel like I am not only failing Caleb, but that I am failing my pack as well. I never really believed that I was Luna material. I was raised as a slave, and it even took me awhile to accept that I was Caleb’s fated mate. Compared to wolves like Scarlett, Hannah, or just about any other she wolf I find myself inferior.

Even coming to this pack there was so much about my own heritage that I did not know about. Hannah had to explain the mating ceremony to me. Theo had to teach me about our history. Knowing now how much I was deprived of as a pup makes me angry at my parents still, even though they have both passed.

I believe that is one of the reasons why I have taken on my newest role of helping train the wolves in our pack that have peculiar talents. When it comes to this, I do not feel like I am trailing behind, because no one truly knows how or why our pack has been affected like this. When it comes to this subject, I am not inferior, if anything these past few weeks have almost made me more knowledgeable about us than even Theo can was able to discover.

Sneaking in the house, I head towards the kitchen. I decide to grab a quick bagel before heading up to bed. It only takes a few minutes to have the bagel toasted and smothered in cream cheese. I eat it while I tidy up the things I took out of the cupboards and nibble the last bit of it as I head up the stairs to bed.

Stealthily slipping into the room I can see that Caleb is already slumbering. My heart aches a little as I watch the moonlight softly caress his skin. Subconsciously I recognize that I have been avoiding him. He does not deserve that kind of treatment from me. Perhaps Scarlett is right and I should speak to someone professionally. As I slip on my night clothes, I make a vow to call the pack doctor tomorrow and seek their opinions. I slip into bed beside Caleb and softly kiss his forehead. I love him more than words can express, and I know that he has kept his space for my benefit. I can feel the hurt through our bond though, and I do not want to be the cause of his pain. I try to clear my head and drift off to sleep, but I know that my mind is restless.