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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

Medical Expertise

I wanted to argue further, but time was of the essence. Blaise quickly transformed back into his human form and gestured for me to take the front seat. 

"I'll look after him, Harper. I have more medical expertise than you. You sit in the front for now," Blaise said, and I felt my temper recede as I got into his recently vacated seat. I could not argue against his experience, even though I wondered how Blaise could possibly treat Darach when there was nothing to heal him with.

However, Blaise quickly entered the back seat and rummaged underneath, pulling out a large first aid box. 

I didn't even realize that was there to begin with. My face warmed in embarrassment as I watched Blaise begin to disinfect the worst of the wounds. Darach's face was still paper pale, and he let out a weak, pained groan at Blaise's tender ministrations. The smell of blood and pus was thick and heavy, and I fought the urge to gag.