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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

Find A Way III

"Are you refusing my challenge because you're scared I'll actually win?" I taunted in return, ignoring the incredulous chuckles that erupted in the background. The crowd of eavesdroppers was tickled pink at the very thought of Damon being afraid of me.

Even I knew what a tall order it was, but the surge of courage that took over me wasn't something that could so easily be ignored. Ever since I had mated with the brothers, my strength had grown exponentially. There was a good chance that I could continue growing until one day, I might be able to actually give Damon a hard time.

Winning might be hard, but I would consider this a success once I clocked a black eye in on Damon's pretty little face.

"You must have a death wish," Damon growled as he took a step closer to me menacingly. 

Blaise put out a protective arm in front of me. Damon's gaze flitted from his arm to my face, his lips twisted into a condescending smirk.