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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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- R18 themes

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The Alpha's Little Slave

"I think they got the message," I said, feeling my heart warm at his display of protectiveness. Yet, I couldn't help but worry― how would Blaise's display of powers affect the pack? What if news got out about his capabilities?

Damon had wanted to keep his powers a secret from hunters and vampires so he could have a trump card in an emergency, and now, because he wanted to stand up for me, Blaise had accidentally shown his hand.

Guilt began to form in my gut. But Blaise tilted my chin up with his fingers so I could stare into his eyes. At that moment, his gray orbs reminded me of the storm clouds that would gather every monsoon season, but they were full of warmth and love.

"Whatever you're thinking about, stop it," Blaise said. His words were firm, but his tone was nothing but tender as he tried to reassure me.

"I can make my own decisions, and you shouldn't feel guilty for it. This is not your fault― it's the fault of our disrespectful pack members."

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