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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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A Meeting In Secret

After a brief walk and several less-than-helpful pointers from fellow werewolves, I eventually realized that Kyle was with Milo and Darach. They were apparently having a meeting in Darach's own office.

If this was indeed the truth, part of me couldn't help but feel left out. I had also played my part to resolve the crisis, why had they not bothered to call me in? 

Was this punishment for my earlier behavior?

It didn't escape my notice that the werewolf who informed me about their whereabouts also had a vaguely pitying look on her face. I could only swallow my hurt, smile, and thank her for her help, before making my way to the office. My footsteps were harsh as I strode imperiously along the familiar corridor to Darach's office, my knuckles rapping against that thick oak door.

That was all the warning they got before I opened the door.