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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 · Fantasia
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#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#WEREWOLF
#POSSESSIVE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#LOVETRIANGLE
#ALPHA
#FORBIDDENLOVE

A Stranger in the Woods II

He must've noticed my hesitation for he sighed, shaking his head as much as he possibly could while restrained by the tangled vines.

"I'm not supposed to be here in Fangborne, but then I took a wrong turn when fleeing the hunters and I ended up here," Gus said apologetically. "If the alpha gets his hands on me, I might as well find the hunters and get them to finish the job." 

He shuddered, his skin paling further at the thought.

"That would be a swifter death than to land in the hands of Fangborne's alpha," he murmured.

I wrinkled my nose, frowning. The smell of blood was strong in the air, I didn't need a werewolf's nose to tell that. However, despite Gus's supposed injury and discomfort — enough for him to fail to get out of this predicament himself — he seemed awfully cheery with the manner he spoke and acted. 

This was not an injured man who feared death. He acted like someone who was simply enjoying a nice picnic in the great outdoors.