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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.

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The Alpha's Little Slave

Susie crossed her arms, and I noticed the bruises decorating her wrists, as though someone had chained her up or held her down hard enough to hurt.

Clearly, someone had gotten punished.

"Don't say that about yourself," I retorted with a smile as I made a show of cracking my knuckles. "Nice collar by the way. It's only lacking a leash."

A sleek black leather circled her throat, with a tag with the number ten on it. I wondered what it meant. There were multiple hickeys decorating her neck, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were from Damon or Blaise. I wouldn't be surprised if those two were tunnel buddies and shared their women as well.

It was utter insanity, but judging by the way Damon so cooly responded to Blaise's proclamation of me being his fated mate as well, it seemed like he was still open to sharing with his twin brother.

Psychotic. Sharing mates was unheard of. We were more like glorified whores.

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