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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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Wasting Time II*

"It's hardly a waste," I said, my lips curling as my eyes scanned him up and down.

This was hardly the first time I had witnessed him in all his glory. After all, we had more than one scandalous night spent together― and sometimes, it wasn't just the nights that were filled with pleasure but the days as well. However, every single time Damon Valentine stood in front of me felt as though it was the first.

No matter how much I tried to deny it, there was an unbearable attraction I had towards him, mate bond or not. Even without the pull the Moon Goddess had cast upon us for each other, Damon was still built like a Greek god.

My lips parted, slowly savoring the visual spectacle he was putting up before me. There wasn't even an inch of spare fat on his body. Thin veins could be seen on his lower torso, where the sharp 'v' shape led down to where his manhood was.