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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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#R18
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#WEREWOLF
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Spider's Web III*

"Then I would rather die―"

"Would you?" Damon asked, cutting me off mid-sentence. "Bonded mates will not live for long if the other is dead, especially if they are a fated pair. If you die, what will happen to Blaise?"

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. It wasn't a lie, that I knew. The only reason why my father lived so long was because he was an exception― he already had another mate waiting for him, ready to replace his original partner. If it were any other ordinary pair of werewolves, if one mate died, another would quickly follow out of a broken heart.

"If he feels this, isn't that the same as torture?" I softly asked. Tears began to form in my eyes, welling before it quickly overflowed and trailed down the apples of my cheeks. "He can feel everything I feel. If I… If we… Won't that mean that he'll feel it?"