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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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373 Chs

Darach Elrod's Suffering II

Everyone jolted in surprise at the sudden burst of violence. They could see a mighty bruise on one side of his face, and his glasses were askew, the frames twisted out of alignment from the force of the blow. 

Darach then spat out blood. The cluster of red, even as an image pulled from memory, still seemed as vibrant as ever, aided by the red moon in the sky.

Alpha Burke raised an eyebrow at Alpha Thorton. "You were saying?" 

"Shut up!" He yelled in a bluster, his face turning red with indignation at everyone catching him in a lie. "It was just in the heat of the moment! I have never laid a hand on my son before this!"

Then, Darach spoke. 

'Father, I see you've upgraded your blows again.' 

The audience hissed; there was no mistaking the meaning of his words. Alpha Thorton had struck his son more than once― from the resigned way Darach had reacted to the violence, it seemed to happen with depressing regularity.