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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

Like a rising tide, the wave of protests began in earnest. Alpha Thorton staggered back, his eyes blazing with anger. Knowing his arrogance, he must have felt even more enraged when everyone else decided to gang up against him.

"You will not force me into abdication!" He roared, spittle collecting by the side of his lips. "Damon Valentine is a liar. And you will know it when the eclipse ends. My son will have his wolf, and when that happens, I will have Damon on his knees in front of me, begging for forgiveness."

There was a smattering of suppressed snorts, as no one wanted to be seen as immature for laughing at this solemn occasion.

"Blaise!" I scolded. I wanted to smack him but settled for hiding my face behind my palm in embarrassment.

"Sorry, dear," Blaise said, sounding not sorry at all. "The joke wrote itself."

Over My Dead Body