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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

The next day, I found myself at the training grounds at sunrise first thing in the morning. Even if Damon didn't tell me to skip breakfast, I woke up late enough that I didn't have time to get food anyway.

I thought Damon and I would be the only ones present at such an obnoxiously early hour, but to my surprise, there were already men and women warming up at the field in various forms of undress, and I had to avert my eyes at the nonchalant display of flesh.

Was it mandatory for everyone to dress like they were at the beach? Was I missing some memo about proper attire? Nicole had not mentioned this to me when she helpfully pointed the route to the training grounds last night at dinner.

Then again, it wasn't as though I had many clothes to wear for such an occasion. I peered down at my oversized tee and shorts― the T-shirt was raided from Blaise's own cupboard, and I snagged a pair of his more serviceable boxes to become my new pair of pants.

Brutal Training I