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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

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Find A Way II

A stunned silence met my pronouncement. Blaise blinked slowly, and I could see him struggle to understand my words.

"You want to… challenge Damon to ritual combat," Blaise repeated incredulously, his voice going high and thin at the end. It was no wonder, of course, since I had basically said the equivalent of dueling the Moon Goddess herself.

Since the dawn of time, most werewolf packs had a tradition of ritual combat that often ended in one gory finale, namely the death of the loser and their decapitated head mounted on top of the spikes decorating the territory borders to warn any would-be dissenters.

As such, most packs, for the sake of preserving the lives of their precious packmates, had done away with the need for death― something I was grateful for. If they hadn't, I would be dead before I even arrived in Fangborne. 

Normally, a formal ritual combat requires two parties to agree to the terms of the challenge.