AUDREY
It was a week since I made the silly mistake of breaking the late Luna's urn and almost getting torn by the beasts. I had recovered fully and was doing my duties as much as possible and being careful not to step on anyone's toes— especially the Alpha's since I was his assigned slave. But avoiding the werewolves was difficult because I was different, and they knew it by default, even though we looked similar in human form. But I didn't get as much glare as I got in the beginning. They seemed to have accepted that I was co-existing with them.
I had never been this cautious in my life. I was grateful that The Alpha was not always in his chambers when I cleaned it and more thankful that he had not requested to pound into me yet. I wasn't ready and didn't know if I would ever be. The
