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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

Inheritance

I focused, trying to pry open the locket, but Blaise's gloves were too thick and I couldn't get a proper grip. So, I took them off for another attempt, but that deceptively simple clasp still held firm. 

Unfortunately, that didn't help either. The clasp remained just as before, not even moved just the slightest. It glinted mockingly at me, the shine of the silver catching the light from above whenever I moved even a little bit. 

"What is even holding down this thing?" I wondered out loud, holding it up to view it better in the light. 

For a fairly simple accessory, the clasp itself seemed much more intricate than the rest of the locket. When I squinted, I noticed a small shape right at the center. Yet, it wasn't a traditional keyhole of any type, that was for sure.