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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

Wasting Time I*

"Let's… let's go back to my room. We don't have time, so you're going to have to hurry," I said. 

The longer we stood outside, the more dangerous it was for us both― I did not trust my sense of rationality to not abandon me the longer Damon's fingers continued to rest on my hips, promising a wickedly pleasurable time. 

I did not want to have a reputation as a cheating exhibitionist! 

"That's what she said," Damon drawled out, earning a heated glare from me. "Lead the way, then." 

Even as he said this, he made no move to leave. He remained rooted to the ground, smugness radiating off him. Clearly, he didn't care about letting anyone see whatever we did in private. I growled and grabbed him by the arm, and his answering smirk sent butterflies fluttering through my tummy.