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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

Dug Her Grave III

The other woman shook her head with a frown on her face. "That's not how it works, Dahlia. Even if she was a human, if Alpha Damon slept with her, his scent would be so strong she wouldn't smell like a human at all. But she does."

I made a mental note to ask this stranger for her name. Anyone that was willing to speak sense to Dahlia was an automatic candidate for Darach's inner circle. 

"So you're admitting that you have no real concrete evidence to accuse me of this?" I asked, drawing Dahlia's attention back to where it should have belonged― on me, and not on the poor woman who was this close to getting her intestines ripped out by Dahlia's own fingernails. 

"Gertrude didn't catch the faces of the people responsible, she can't give concrete details about what they were wearing, and now there is no scent either," I listed off one by one, counting on my fingers as Dahlia's face got increasingly darker.