webnovel
Webnovel / Fantasy / The Alpha's Little Slave
#R18#WEAKTOSTRONG#DARK#WEREWOLF#POSSESSIVE#ENEMIESTOLOVERS#LOVETRIANGLE#ALPHA#FORBIDDENLOVE

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
Not enough ratings
373 Chs

Sentence for Treason

Unlike when we had met at the welcome banquet, Dahlia Elrod was back to her fabulous self, dressed in designer goods and her hair styled to perfection. Even her fingernails, which were chipped and mismatched the day before, had turned into newly done French tips.

I raised an eyebrow as she stood in my path, sneering, and I had to stamp down every urge to do the same. For one thing, I didn't know how many of Dahlia's supporters were present in the infirmary. For another, I didn't wish to waste my time arguing with her.

However, even though I wasn't looking to pick a fight, Dahlia Elrod most certainly was. After all, she had taken the time and effort to dress in her battle gear — which consisted of the best fashion any she-wolf could get around these parts — and she must've thought it was a shame to not use it.

"Look what we have here," Dahlia Elrod said, scoffing as her eyes scanned me up and down. "You look like a homeless beggar, human."

PREVINDEXNext