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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

"You'll hurt her over my dead body," I growled out in response, flinging my arms out in a protective stance. Damon's lips peeled back to reveal the whites of his teeth and their wickedly sharp edges.

"Don't be difficult, rabbit," Damon said. "If you know that she's alive then you know why she must die." He took a step forward, and then another.

Instinctively, Lydia huddled even smaller behind me, nearly breathless with fear.

"Harper… don't fight him…" Lydia frantically tugged at my leg, trying to pull me away, but I refused to budge. "You'll die!"

Damon scoffed at her. "You'd love for that to happen, wouldn't you? You disgusting lech."

Lydia let out a little horrified gasp at his words. I was similarly appalled.

"How could you call her that?" I asked hotly.

"A dead woman walking shouldn't be caring about unnecessary things." Damon snorted at me while flexing his arm, his muscles bulging in the white T-shirt he had put on.

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