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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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#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#WEREWOLF
#POSSESSIVE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#LOVETRIANGLE
#ALPHA
#FORBIDDENLOVE

The Name

A name! Or at least a hint at one. That was more than I expected. Still, I had to prod her for more information.

"What else do you know, other than his possible name? Has Dahlia let anything else slip about him?" 

"...No," Gertrude said slowly as she thought about it. "When I think about it now, that is even stranger. Young Miss― I mean, Dahlia was never so tight-lipped about the people she liked. Back when she first saw Alpha Damon Valentine, she didn't stop talking about him for months!" 

Coughs racked Gertrude's figure, and I quickly handed her more water. She gulped it down, breathing deeply, as I contemplated her words. Since Dahlia was keeping mum, it must have been something she knew wasn't right or socially acceptable, even by her ridiculously whacked standards.