Why Do You Smell Like My Mate?

The water falling into the bucket mesmerized her, the sound was like music in her ears. Alpha Ciandra shifted her weight from one leg to another, her eyes never leaving the water dropping. They were her wolf’s since it was still dark outside.

It was eerily silent, the pack was still asleep, leaving her to be the morning person she always loved but this time around it was not to train or run through the confine of her beautiful forest.

She had been reduced to nothing but a mere wolf, if it wasn’t for her strong will to live, she would have succumbed two days after she arrived in this hellhole she had no idea when she would leave.

Alpha Alphonso hadn’t been joking when he had said he wanted her to serve the pack, as much as she wished she served them as their warrior, and temporarily alpha, she couldn’t. She was now their servant slave, the one wolf who woke up before everyone to prepare their damn breakfast.

Even the cooks these days don’t wake up.

During nights, she cleaned after they