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#DARK
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#POSSESSIVE
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#LOVETRIANGLE
#ALPHA
#FORBIDDENLOVE

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

Enemy Territory

A vampire. What was he doing here in Ironclaw?!

Vampires and werewolves were like water and oil― the two species had been enemies since the dawn of time. It was rare enough for individual werewolves to work with vampires, much less an entire pack! Petral definitely had to be a guest of Ironclaw to be able to walk around freely like that.

"Harper?" Elijah called out, pulling me out of my stupor. I turned at his voice, my breath still clogged in my throat as he came over, looking at me worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"A… A…" I cast a glance at our guide, who had stopped in her tracks to wait for me. I couldn't discern the look on her face but I knew this wasn't something she needed to hear.

Thus, I turned to look back at where I last saw Petral. Alas, the corridor was empty. He was gone.