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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 was startled; I hadn't heard Kaine speak so many words before, and at that, hold such an even tone. He — as far as I could remember — either only expressed his thoughts with nods and shakes, or had someone else speak in his stead, namely Nicole. I suppose he probably would've used the pack link to converse with Damon, Blaise, and Elijah regarding important matters otherwise.

"Milo Reed?" Damon echoed. "As in, Alpha Burke's son?"

"That is an odd suggestion," Blaise said. He rubbed his chin, seemingly deep in thought. "But I can't say that it's too out of this world. It's entirely plausible for Milo to help out as Darach's beta."

"Could you just imagine the look on Dahlia's face if she finds out?" I said, resisting the urge to smile but failing terribly. My lips still twitched to form a crooked grin, unable to suppress the pure sadistic joy that flooded through my body at the thought. "She would be livid."

A Possible Choice