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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
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Ritual Combat II

"Over my dead body," I growled out.

My body burned and throbbed in pain but it wasn't anything I hadn't felt before. If anything, I felt even more alive with everything that was going on― the cheers and jeers, the pulsing pain, and the roaring blood that pumped through my body.

I shot forward, taking barely any time to even rest and recover. It evidently surprised Damon, for his eyes widened just a fraction, his eyebrows darting up when he noticed how quickly I neared him. However, with his speed and agility, he dodged my next few punches with great ease.

He backed away or moved just a little out of touch whenever I threw a fist forward. Yet, he made no move to retaliate. We maintained this dance, moving back and forth― I was on the offensive while he was on the defensive. He, however, maintained a consistent smile on his face, the corners of his lips slightly tilted up all throughout.