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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 · ファンタジー
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Infuriating Lover I

Finally, we were reunited. Blaise's hands were hot against my waist, gripping me so tightly as though he was afraid I would slip through his fingers. After what we've been through, I couldn't fault him. 

I needed him as much as he needed me. Our tongues crossed, and I tasted the hint of curry on his tongue, the aftermath of a tense dinner that would have given anyone a stomach upset. We continued to kiss fervently until my lips were swollen red, and eventually, we had to reluctantly break apart for air.

"Harper… I thought you were dead," Blaise murmured in wonder, his breath grazing my ear. His hand tenderly cupped my cheek as he gazed into my eyes, "I'm so glad you're alive. You're alive. And you're here right in front of me."

"Don't be too happy about it." I tried to smile, but it was a wretched attempt. "Blaise, you're in grave danger. Are you sure you're feeling okay after the meal? Do you need to vomit? Maybe you should do it anyway, just in case―"