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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

After Blaise and I celebrated the cementing of our mate bond with more vigorous bedroom activities, we got dressed and emerged from my bedroom for a much-needed meal containing actual food.

"Since we're mates, do I have to move in with you?" I asked curiously. My current room was the room I was first held captive, in House Sirius. It didn't seem right to be residing in a pack house that was separate from my fated mate.

"You can if you want." Blaise's face brightened at the thought. "I'll let you pick any room you want, in addition to having an eternal invite to my own."

I laughed at his cheekiness, and we couldn't help but cuddle each other, bubbly joy coursing through my body.

Unfortunately, this also meant that we caught the eyes of more than one werewolf living in the pack house. Murmurs immediately started to spread as they caught sight of our clasped hands.

Two Sides of a Coin