saltedpepper

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

My mouth ran dry as I caught sight of the longing in Damon's blue eyes. Gone was their previous icy demeanor, instead now they seemed to capture the beauty of the bright blue sky in the heat of summer, the waves under my feet, threatening to pull me under.

They seemed to call out to my very soul, and everyone else in the venue seemed to fade into the background. If I cared to spot Dahlia's face, I would have noticed it growing steadily darker by the second.

Later I would be ashamed to remember that I didn't even register Blaise's presence in the venue, never mind that he was standing right behind Damon as his best man.

"I can wear it myself, you can just give it back to me," I said weakly, my breath coming out in a hushed whisper as I held out my hand, a wordless prompt for Damon to drop the necklace in my hand and continue the ceremony.

Damon looked like I struck him in the face with my refusal, and strangely enough, I felt guilty.

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