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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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Ghost of My Dreams I

I reluctantly followed behind him, since my other option would be to return to my new room and stew in my own uselessness. Even if I were to fling myself out of the window, would human news channels even report my death for Damon and Blaise to find me? 

I highly doubted that the bedsheets would be long enough for me to turn into a rope that I could use to scale down the tower. 

At least with Gus, I would be able to get more information to understand what on earth I got myself into and learn more about the tower to plan my future escape. First things first, I had to make sense of what was going on. 

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked.

"Not too long," Gus replied, and my eyebrow twitched at the vague response. Now that I knew he was no friend of mine, everything he did rankled me and raised my hackles.

"How long is not too long? An hour? Two hours?" I demanded, my blood rushing through my veins in hot anger. "How long was I out, Gus?"