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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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Marry My Daughter

"We had other concerns to handle in the meantime," Damon replied with gritted teeth. "As I said, there were issues of vampire attacks―"

"Save me the spiel," Alpha Thorton interrupted. "Vampire attacks could never stand up against the consummation of a mate bond, nor the crowning of a Luna. However, what I've heard from Fangborne were stories of your own promiscuity, a harem of beauties waiting at your beck and call. You do not strike me as a man who values the concept of fated mates, so spare me your excuses." 

Wow. Alpha Thorton didn't pull any punches when it came to hitting where it hurt. I was honestly surprised that he read Damon pretty well. If this was a mere two months ago, it would have been depressingly accurate.

"It's not an excuse," Damon insisted, an angry red crawling up his neck. I sensed he was about to explode soon. "And I do care about the issue of fated mates."