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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Dug Her Grave IV

All eyes turned in sync to look at the newcomer. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, allowing the man to pass through with no resistance.

Dahlia's face practically resembled a lump of coal, while Gertrude looked as though she was ready to collapse at any given moment. Even I was a little surprised, my eyes wide, Kyle mirroring my expression.

I leaned into Kyle, whispering, "Why is he here?"

Kyle merely shrugged in reply.

"Yet another outsider trying to point fingers and bend the truth," Dahlia sneered. "Will wonders never cease?"

"And yet, you've proven yourself so incompetent that even an outsider can be selected for the role as the pack's temporary beta, while you're reduced to nothing but a waste of space living under her brother's roof, offering no benefit at all to the pack's development, yet plenty for its downfall," Milo returned, his voice oddly calm as he folded his arms across his chest.