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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

Warmth From Home

Sleep evaded me for the entire night. Despite the plush bed and the comfortable room Darach had kindly provided me, I wasn't able to drift off easily.

The trip from Fangborne to Thunderstrike had left my body exhausted and sore. However, even that wasn't enough to knock out my active mind. Now that the morning sunlight had crept through the shields of dawn, I was left even more tired than when I had crawled into bed last night. 

My arms reached across the bed, only to find it cold and empty, and instantly, I felt my heart drop to my stomach. Blaise would usually always be there to greet me first thing in the morning, and yet, we were now miles apart. 

I couldn't even feel him through our bond when it was something as easy as breathing just one day ago. The sensation was foreign, to say the least.