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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

Thunderstrike Again

"Why do you think that?" Darach replied, too quickly to be considered nonchalant. 

I merely gazed back at him patiently, and eventually, Darach sighed.

"Do you think it strange, if I told you that part of me feels guilty for feeling guilty to begin with?" Darach confessed with a quiet sigh. "After all she did to me, I should throw her out of the packhouse with nothing but the skin on her back. But I guessed my father got one thing right." 

Darach gave me a rueful smile. "I am still too soft-hearted to run Thunderstrike the way he did. If he had his way, I would be buried twenty feet in the ground with my body shredded to pieces." 

"I'm glad you're not him though," I said, trying to reassure him. "If you were anything like your father, I wouldn't have bothered to come back to help you."