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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

"Excuse me?" Darach exclaimed, affronted. His glasses glinted ominously. "What on earth did you just call me?"

Oops. Guess my brain-to-mouth filter wasn't working too well after my emotional turmoil.

"In my defense, it was Damon who called you a nitwit first," I said, diplomatically tipping him under the bus. "But now I see that he had a point. If I were a hunter, I would have simply freed myself from your hold before stabbing you. I wouldn't be here, still arguing with you like this. Have you ever met a hunter?"

Darach didn't seem to be a werewolf used to combat. With his wire-rim glasses and the slightest hint of baby fat still on his cheeks, he seemed more like a nerd attending university than the son of an alpha. Unlike his sister whose entire body seemed to be honed as a weapon, Darach seemed… normal enough. I couldn't tell what his musculature was like underneath his tweed sweater.