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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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Played Like A Fool

"Harper! You're back― why are you so pale?" Elijah demanded. "Do you need to see Nicole?"

"No, I'm fine," I said, but then I had to test out a deduction of mine. I pulled out the silver urn that I had stashed inside my bag during my long walk back to House Sirius and gave it to Elijah to hold. 

"Elijah, is this silver?" I asked.

Elijah only gave me a pained look and held out one of his hands. He had only touched the urn for a brief second, but there was no mistaking the red mark of irritation left behind. If I looked carefully, I could even see the imprint of the urn's lily carvings left behind on his palm.

"Can you take it back?" Elijah asked hopefully as he passed the silver urn between his own hands as though it were a hot potato, trying not to hiss in pain. I quickly snatched it from him and put it in my bag, and Elijah shook his hands, as though it would help get rid of the stinging sensation. 

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