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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

Turn of Events I

"House Regulus?" Damon echoed. "You do realize that Blaise isn't there right now, yes?"

"I know that all too well," I said dryly, pointing to the newest addition to my wrist. I wracked my head for a plausible excuse and blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, "I want to see Blaise's old room. He was in charge of that packhouse, yes? As his mate, I want to see how he runs things. Maybe he decorated that packhouse differently."

Damon stared back at me, unimpressed. A muscle twitched in his jaw. "Blaise runs things the way I tell him to run things. There is no difference between House Regulus and House Sirius."

"There will always be differences," I maintained adamantly. "And I want to visit Blaise's room. He must have spent more time there than in House Sirius―"