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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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Ominous Click II

In front of Dahlia, I could see Damon's ears twitch a little at the sound, a sign that told me I wasn't the only one who imagined the click. However, it didn't repeat again. Strangely enough, the burning sensation quickly disappeared, leaving behind nothing that would prove it was there.

I let out a shaky breath, sighing in relief. But just as I did, I felt a flare of worry rise in me, then two. 

Across the stage, my gaze clashed with Blaise's and Damon's. They wore matching expressions of panic; they must've felt the pain through the bond and thought something happened. I could only subtly shake my head to let them know that I was fine.

However, while Blaise smiled in relief, Damon's expression hadn't changed. His gaze remained on me, hot and feverish, even as the officiant continued to speak. His hands were by his side, but from where I was, I could see the subtle movements of his finger.