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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 quickly held up a hand to stop Gus from talking, taking a quick look at my phone screen― it was Damon. Could the timing get any worse?

I picked up, making sure to not mention any names. A werewolf like Gus would be able to eavesdrop on me at such a close distance even if I were to keep my voice low. Hopefully, Damon would not let any sensitive information out from his end.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to whisper into the phone.

"Go back to Fangborne now, or I'll send you back," Damon demanded without preamble. I could hear the roar of the car engine from the other end of the call; Damon must have been thoroughly abusing the accelerator.

"Good morning to you too," I said, raising an eyebrow at the brusqueness of his words. "Are you calling while driving? Is this even safe?"

The call did not allow me to see his face, yet I could sense him rolling his eyes at my words.

Cat Out of the Bag