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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

Fate's Design

Immediately, Damon hunched over and groaned, the small empty syringe toppling to the floor with a clink. It was ignored, however, as I quickly rushed over to look at Damon, unsure whether I should even hold him or not.

Goddess. We did not think this through properly. What if he truly successfully shifted? This room might not be able to accommodate a fully-grown werewolf!

"Damon!" I called out, panic quickly seeping through my chest. Perhaps Blaise would feel it and he would come rushing over. I needed the help, that was for sure― I was completely at a loss for what to do. "Should I get Nicole? I should get―"

"No!" Damon barked, immediately cutting me off.

He hissed in pain, clutching his side as he huddled into a tight ball. I had never seen him react so visibly to pain before― he always had a higher tolerance, and even when it hurt, his reaction would be very dulled out compared to this.