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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

Ritual Combat I

We waited for Damon to enter the ring. 

I was inside while Blaise loitered around the entrance to give me moral support. By right, he was supposed to leave for the audience seats while I waited for Damon to arrive, but since Blaise was the second-highest-ranking werewolf in the pack, there was no one who could make him go. I was thankful for his presence.

I was half-hoping that Damon wouldn't show up, granting me an automatic victory, but that was a near-impossible wish. I had a feeling even if Damon had all his limbs broken, he would still hobble all the way to the arena to defeat me― because that was what I would do. 

If there was anything about us that was a perfect fit, it would be how stubborn we both were. That was evident enough even in the mere few days I had known him.

The sun crept higher in the sky, causing beads of sweat to form on my temples. The crowd pointed at me and jeered, loudly making bets about how long I would last in the arena.

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