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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

Just Enough

Silence filled the room as father and son stared at each other, both refusing to back down. It was starting to get difficult to breathe, and eventually, Thorton was the first to crack. He bowed his head, and in a symphony of cracks and tears, fur regained the color and texture of skin, and claws were reduced into nails.

He kneeled on the floor, naked and bare as the day he was born. Damon immediately stepped forward and shielded me from view, but curiosity got the better of me as I stood on the tips of my toes and peeped from over his shoulder.

Thorton Elrod wore a sneer as he gazed upon his son, resentment burning in his irises. He spat a gob of blood on the ground while maintaining eye contact with Darach, neither willing to shy away from the other's gaze.

"Quite the little alpha you've become," he mocked, his nose wrinkling as he eyed his son up and down.