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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

The Second Fated Mate II

I choked at his bold words.

"Another mating mark?" I was not proud of the way my voice emerged in a high squeak due to surprise. "No thanks. I refuse to take part in another ridiculous spectacle of a mating ceremony!" 

I still couldn't forget the sensation of being paraded in skimpy lingerie in front of an entire pack and then drinking that weird bloody herbal mixture, resulting in me feeling so horny and drowsy that I could barely stand. It was so humiliating to be stared at like I was a piece of meat. And to make matters worse, back then, under the influence of the strong-smelling herbs, I liked it. 

Of course, everything culminated with me ending up with Damon's mark on my neck and a long wild night. 

Blaise laughed. "Actually, if you don't want to, there isn't a need for a ceremony. There wasn't ever one for all the other women. Damon simply put a collar and a mark on them after meals and then they went on their merry way."