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The Alpha's Little Slave

A wolfless half-human hybrid. That was all Harper Gray amounted to. To escape her family’s relentless abuse, Harper took the first chance to flee the moment her pack came under attack. But in the rubble of chaos and ruin, she found her mate. Unfortunately, she hadn’t expected the Moon Goddess to match her with the most notorious killer of the land― Damon Valentine, the alpha of the very same pack that decimated her own. Tales of his cruel misdeeds had spread far and wide. Every werewolf knew the name; even some humans feared it, and Harper was no exception. She had no plans of being mated to someone as terrifying as Damon Valentine, and she would do anything to break the bond. However, Damon Valentine had no plans of letting his little mate go. Captured, Harper was brought back to Damon’s pack― not as his future Luna, but as his pack’s newest slave. To complicate matters further, Damon wasn’t the only man the Moon Goddess had matched Harper with. Blaise Valentine — Damon’s twin brother — also had an interest in their new pet slave. The Valentine brothers had their share of conflicts but agreed on one thing: they would never let Harper go. ― Warning: - Dubcon - R18 themes ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

saltedpepper · Fantasy
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373 Chs

Bloodied Stranger

A beautiful woman sat on one of the counters, casually biting into another apple that she had nicked from the crates when no one was looking. She bit into it slowly, maintaining eye contact with me as she slowly chewed. 

The juice of the fruit dribbled a little past the corner of her lip and she used her thumb to wipe it clean, licking her finger right after. That was when my eyes trailed after her movements, noting the streaks of red that were splashed across her clothes.

Was that… blood?

"Who are you?" I brandished the weapon in front of me, moving back so that I stood in between this stranger and Kyle. 

Behind me, he let out a strangled wheeze as though short of breath. I felt his hand grab onto my shoulder, but his grip was oddly weak― his fingers didn't stay on my body, and instead, they slid down my shirt before he collapsed onto the floor.