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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

The next few days passed by in a frantic blur and before I knew it, it was already the evening before the wedding.

If I was run ragged by Dahlia's increasing attempts to plan a picture-perfect wedding, Damon was worse off because Dahlia simply did not give him any respite from her presence. At least I could hang out with Blaise and Darach in the midst of wedding preparations, but Damon was stuck with her all the time. Even when he wanted to spend time with Blaise alone, Dahlia invited herself along, her skin thicker than a rhinoceros hide.

Damon's face grew increasingly haggard as the days passed. All of us were counting down to the wedding day in fervent desperation but for vastly different reasons. I would imagine for Damon, there was probably nothing he could want more than some sleep.

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