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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

Final Verdict

The second the food slapped Damon in the face, his head jerked back a little and his eyes instinctively squeezed themselves shut. It landed smack dab in the middle of his cheek, sliding down just a little since the mashed potato was mixed with a little bit of my saliva and a hell lot of gravy.

Silence filled the room other than a sharp hiss that came from me. I watched while chewing my bottom lip as Damon slowly reached up and wiped the food away, his eyebrows knitted tightly together as his lips curdled into a disgusted sneer.

As he reached for a tissue paper, I cleared my airways, coughing lightly a few times while keeping my eyes trained on him.

"Sorry," I muttered under my breath. "You caught me off guard there. I think I might've heard you wrongly― what did you say again?"

"That depends," Damon said with a deadpan. "Are you going to spit in my face a second time?"