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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
#R18
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#DARK
#WEREWOLF
#POSSESSIVE
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#LOVETRIANGLE
#ALPHA
#FORBIDDENLOVE

Redirected Anger

The moment our eyes locked, I felt a chill run down my spine. 

Dahlia certainly wasted no time. She growled, her fangs bared as she crouched low, muscles coiled like tightly wound springs, ready to pounce in a single swift motion. A low growl rumbled deep in her throat as her eyes fixed unwaveringly on me.

The ripped wedding gown still hung on her body, mixed with the dark fur of her wolf, the contrast of white against black jarring. Some parts were already ruined beyond saving― the corset had sprung off, the sheer skirts were torn, and the embroidered flowers were left scattered all over the floor. However, there were still bits and pieces that stretched to accommodate her new form, such as the large bell sleeves of the dress.

Sadly, it only made her look more like a joke than anything. Yet if I laughed, I probably wouldn't live to see tomorrow.