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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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Macabre Monstrosity

The wendigo's menacing gaze pierced through the mist, its towering form casting a chilling shadow over me. It was a grotesque mockery of nature as it stood on its hind legs, its elongated arms ending in razor-sharp claws. The creature's skeletal frame was a macabre sight to behold, its skin stretched taut over bone, the glow of its red eyes screaming of hunger. 

A boy was cradled in its grasp, limp and seemingly lifeless, his body battered and bruised. I hissed sharply at the sight, breathing in a large mouthful of the foul odor as a result, my eyes watering. Yet, the subtle rise and fall of the boy's chest told me enough. He was still alive, and that was all that mattered.

I brandished the weapon in front of me, eyeing the monster as it stared back. It surprisingly made no move to attack, but its grip on the boy tightened. A small whimper left his lips, and I bit my bottom jaw.

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