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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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- R18 themes

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The Alpha's Little Slave

"Can I try?" Gus asked hopefully. "If I manage to open it and you don't want it, can I have it? It looks valuable enough to fetch a pretty penny."

"Is money all you can think of?" I wondered. "This is an urn. What if it's full of ashes?"

"Mostly, along with beautiful women that are not you," Gus added impishly. "And ashes can be thrown away.

I rolled my eyes at his mercenary attitude. "Be my guest then," I said, passing the urn to him.

He caught it with one hand, the other still on the steering wheel. He gave it a cursory glance and raised his eyebrow.

"Oh, it's actually an urn." Gus winced, but he still tried to pry open the lid with one hand, with limited success.

I narrowed my eyes; Gus was handling silver very well for a werewolf. Lydia couldn't touch silver without it raising welts on her skin, but Gus was holding this pure silver urn as though it was made of wood.

An Unsettling Realization