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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

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Guess I had celebrated too soon. Beside me, Kyle tensed as though he was ready to spring in front of me to take a killing blow. 

Practically everyone had their attention turned to her; some of the Thunderstrike wolves wore expressions of relief, others had respect glimmering in their eyes, and there was a final group that looked downright sad. Whatever feelings they had for Dahlia Elrod were evidently much more positive than for us, that it was a miracle Darach hadn't been overthrown yet.

"News certainly spreads fast," Darach muttered under his breath, only loud enough for me to hear. "I don't see them being so enthusiastic when I proposed suggestions for training reform."

"Well, gossip is usually more exciting," I muttered back with a regretful sigh. There went my dreams of a peaceful dinner.