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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

The Voice

Ah, there was Kyle's signature rudeness. He almost had me worried with his surprisingly conciliatory behavior. 

"What's a human going to do to us?" Amanda asked mockingly. "Beta Blaise's mate or not, if it boils down to it, even a pup can take her down."

Odd. Why did this remind me so much of what happened when I first joined Fangborne and word got around that I was Blaise's mate? It was always the same tactic, the same trick, the same rumors. 

"Apparently, I have such great skills in bed that I could charm every man in Fangborne if I wanted to, according to you three," I mused, shifting my weight from one side to another. Jeeves was nothing more than kind when he offered extra helpings, but it was starting to take a toll on my arms, especially when one of them wasn't in its best shape yet.