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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

I sniffled, my tears welling up at Nicole's words as I recalled Blaise's tender expressions as he gazed at me, and how eager he was to please me in bed. He was so vigorous, so healthy! To think every minute he spent with me was killing him inside, and we didn't know it.

If I thought about it, it was Blaise's love for me that led him to this state. I should have insisted on resting after the first round― hell, I should have dragged him to Nicole to begin with, just to get her to examine him again. Perhaps she would have caught the poison before it coursed through his system.

I realized that I wasn't thinking realistically, and I was slowly descending into blaming myself for Blaise's state, but what else could I do? Why was Blaise always suffering when he was me? I gingerly clutched at his hand, rubbing it carefully. The cold clammy feel of his skin was so unlike him that it caused my anxiety to spike.

Remnants of Poison II