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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 hoped Whisperwind's Alpha got a wake-up call, for his pack's sake. In the presence of multiple power-hungry packs, it would only be a matter of time before they were swallowed up one way or another. There was a particularly predatory look in Alpha Thorton's eyes that I did not like as his gaze lingered on the recently vacated table. But he did not speak, for the oracles had stepped forward.

I gulped. It was the moment of truth. Now that they had gotten rid of the unworthy, they began to pour moonwater into the silver-colored bowl, filling it to the brim without spilling a drop. Even the way the water moved seemed to be extraordinary, for it didn't make a single splash upon impact.

The surface evened out to form Darach's face, with an oxygen mask strapped on top of his nose and mouth. His eyes were closed, but he was in no way restful, as he struggled to breathe with the help of the mask.

Moonwater