Alpha Avery The next morning I get up extra early to spar with my brother. He’s two years younger than me and inherited mom’s brown eyes, but we both have dad’s thick brown hair. I have dad’s blue eyes. I can tell he’s been training hard while I’ve been gone since he’s holding his own against me quite well. “Stop dropping your left arm. It leaves you open.” I take advantage of his weakness and hit him a few times in the ribs before wrestling him down to the ground. He quickly taps out. “Alright, alright. You’ve proved your point. I still have a long way to go.” I chuckle at him and lend him a hand up. “I’m the Alpha, I’m suppose to be able to beat you.” “So you really are going to let a slave pack throw you a birthday party?” “Yep, you and our strongest warriors are coming too. I am going to make him give me that slave girl, Haley, as a birthday gift. We will get some much needed intel while we are there too.” “Alright. I’ll debrief the warriors, you have fun with your phone

Haley I can’t believe I woke up sick on the day Alpha Avery is suppose to arrive. Alpha Jake is going to be angry at me. I know I am burning up but my body is shivering like I am at the top of Mount Everest. If I had a wolf, this wouldn't have happened. A male wolf slave, Nick, checks on me. “Haley you are late for your chores. Oh dear goddess.” Nick rushes to my side and gets a rag wet, placing it on my head. It feels heavenly. “I’m sorry Nick. I couldn’t get out of bed.” “As you shouldn’t. The guys and I will pick up the slack. Maybe he won’t notice your missing.” “He specifically said I am to attend to all of Alpha Avery’s needs. He’s going to notice.” “Well let’s try and break this fever before Alpha Avery arrives. Maybe you will be well enough by then.” Nick leaves to inform the other slaves of my condition and they all agree to help with my chores I typically attend to. Nick returns with a bucket of ice and carefully places it in bags, setting them all over my body. “Ah!

Alpha Avery I turn around and finally lay eyes on my beautiful mate. Her eyes are sunken in and her cheek bones are prominent. Her hair is dull but I can tell with some proper care it’ll be a beautiful chocolate brown. Those greenish, hazel eyes stand out against her gorgeous olive toned skin. My heart breaks at the sight of her burns and how thin she is, thinner than Ashley and Samantha. She is in a simple black cocktail dress, carrying a tray of o’dourves that appears to be heavy for her weak arms. I can tell she is in pain from the way she moves and it’s not from the burns. Her eyes hold a sadness to them. I casually walk closer to her and sniff her. I can smell blood. “Now can we kill him! He hurt our Luna.” “We will not get cocky and put our wolves and Luna in danger.” Spartan huffs at me and recedes to the far corner of my mind but close enough to hear what’s going on. “Excuse me miss, can you show me the way to the restroom.” I am hoping she doesn’t know who I am yet. “Of

Haley The last thing I remember is carrying that heavy tray around before everything went black. My head is killing me. I blink a few times to get my vision to focus as I take in my surroundings. Alpha Jake is going to kill me for ruining the party. As my vision focuses I realize I am not at the Red Moon pack house. In a chair next to my bed is Alpha Avery. He is clutching my hand as his head rests on the bed by my knee. I slowly pull my hand away, trying not to wake him. I remove my blankets and try to stand, unfortunately I am still weak and fall to the ground. Immediately two hands are grabbing me and placing me back in the bed. “You shouldn’t do that love. You are still very weak.” “Don’t call me that.” That should be a nickname only reserved for my mate. “Sorry.” “Where am I?" “You are safe in Crescent Moon pack. Currently you are in the hospital. You have been unconscious for about week.” Suddenly the door to my room opens and a man, wearing a white coat indicating he’s

Haley Crescent Moon is by far bigger than Red Moon. It even has it’s own little grocery store. The boys are excited as we drive by stores and an arcade. When we pull up to the pack house, my jaw drops. It’s grander than Red Moon’s house. It’s an antebellum style home that is two stories tall, three if you count what looks like a sun room at the very top. It has gorgeous white square shaped columns that wrap around the whole house with a wrap around porch on the first and second floor. What he calls a cottage looks more like a southern farmhouse that is two stories. These homes must cost a fortune. “Welcome to your new home. The first floor has the great room, office, dining room and kitchen with a breakfast nook. Pantry is fully stocked and there is a mud room that leads to the two car garage which already has a Jeep Wrangler and a Denali truck for your use.” The house is gorgeous. The breakfast nook area is surrounded by windows, letting in a lot of natural light. The office has F