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#DARK
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#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 · 幻想
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373 Chs
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#WEREWOLF
#POSSESSIVE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#LOVETRIANGLE
#ALPHA
#FORBIDDENLOVE

Change My Mind

"Harper, I like this one more," my mother said, sounding awfully amused even as she pulled away from the phone to speak to me. She had one hand covering the microphone, but with how she practically cackled with amusement, I didn't doubt that Blaise could hear her every word. "This should be your original mate, yes? The beta of Fangborne?"

My eyelids ticked while my lips cramped up in one position, unsure what I should reply. Was there even a need to lie now that she already knew that Damon and Blaise were my mates?

"Yes," I finally said, practically forcing the words out.

"Wonderful!" my mother exclaimed, giddy with joy. She removed her hand from the microphone, making sure that Blaise's voice could be heard well through the speaker. "You must be Blaise, then," she said. "Oh, don't worry about that. There is no need to impersonate when I am already the original. Tell him, Harper."

I sighed, nodding.