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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
373 Chs

Can’t Lose What You Never Had

The hordes of hunters seemed to stop at her voice, but they continued to brandish their weapons in our faces. I stared down the barrels of multiple guns, before turning back to gaze at my mother derisively.

"Distract her," Blaise whispered from the corner of his mouth, his lips barely moving. I didn't know what his plan was, but if he wanted me to attract my mother's attention, I had just the idea. 

"Mother, stop this madness at once!" I demanded angrily, whipping out the pistol to point it at her. "Stop it now, or I'll shoot!" 

My mother let out a condescending laugh. "Dearest, I would be more threatened if your arms weren't trembling like a leaf in the wind." She stretched out her hands, wordlessly taunting me to pull the trigger. 

I snarled and shot. My mother didn't even flinch, she calmly cocked her head to the side, dodging my bullet with relative ease. I cursed; that was another bullet wasted.