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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 · Fantaisie
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Different Reaction II

"Well…" I pursed my lips and considered Damon's question carefully, while Damon's eyes continued to bore into my head, waiting impatiently for an answer. There was no point in lying since Damon could sense my emotions. "I can't say I would be as displeased. But I would still be upset."

After all, Blaise was better at diplomacy, and would probably have more ideas on how to deal with this internal turmoil within the pack. As a beta, not an Alpha, he wouldn't raise as many hackles.

It also helped that Blaise was relatively charming, and could put people at ease. There was no denying that he had that advantage over Damon, who glowered and scowled like he was born to do it.

Something must have reflected in my face, or in the bond, for Damon suddenly flinched as though I had struck him with a silver glove. There was no denying the hurt that laced through him so viscerally that I nearly bowed over in surprise.