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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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Hunters, Werewolves, & Vampires II

A bolt of fear shot through Damon's heart, an emotion that was very clearly relayed to me. Likewise, Blaise immediately stepped forward, using his body to shield me from any possible harm. 

I stared at my mother in disbelief. While I had understood that she most likely hadn't considered me important enough despite her claims, I hadn't thought that she would go to the extent of killing me to achieve her cause. There were glimpses she showed that made her seem like an actual caring woman who missed her daughter, just fragments through the distorted, sadistic mess she otherwise displayed.

"You wouldn't," I said, shaking my head as my mother's eyes met mine.

Her gaze softened for a fraction of a second before hardening back up, replaced by a cool confidence.

"How sure are you?" my mother replied. Four words. That was all it took for my heart and whatever longing I held for this woman to completely shatter.