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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 · 幻想
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Ritual Combat III

Damon dropped me immediately due to his shock, his hand rising to shield his forehead as he hissed in pain. A curse slipped from his lips, and I fell to the ground, desperately gasping for air to make up for the seconds that passed with a lack of it. With my windpipe crushed like a plastic bag under a car tyre thanks to Damon's tender loving hands, even the easy task of breathing was becoming increasingly laborious and painful. 

'Goddamn it,' I cursed Damon's durability as I sucked in large mouthfuls of air. That man's head was as hard as a slab of concrete and twice as thick. No wonder he was such a stubborn asshole. 

I hissed as I rubbed my forehead, stumbling to my shaky feet; that one hit might have hurt me more than him. But it was still a hit. 

I did it. I had done the impossible.