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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

Sharp As Ever II

A domineering figure walked through the doors, strolling through as though they had all the time in the world. 

It was Damon. 

He lifted a hand, and to my utter surprise, I saw ice crystals beginning to form in the air. Multiple ice spears materialized from nothing, and he struck it through the rest of the shooters as though he was an archer from the heavens striking down the unworthy peons. 

What on earth was happening?

I could only watch as Damon single-handedly turned the tide of the battle. I met his icy blue eyes and felt relief flood through me. He was unhurt; my worst fears had not come true. Likewise, he was equally thankful I was still standing. Then his eyes caught sight of Elijah lying on the ground at my feet, broken and bleeding, and once again I felt the same wellspring of rage.

How strange that this time, I echoed that same feeling. Damon's rage was no longer a stranger. It was a welcome friend. 

I wanted — needed — them to pay.