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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 heaved a sigh of relief; I had dodged a bullet.

"Thank you, Nicole," I said earnestly. "If you hadn't arrived when you did, I think both Kyle and I would've perished right there and then."

"'Kyle' this, 'Kyle' that," Damon muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest. He leaned against the wall adjacent to the bed I was in, scowling deeply. "Since when did you two become the best of friends? Do you think he'll be grateful that you saved his life?"

There was just the tiniest bit of jealousy sent through our bond, and I instantly recognized this as a way Damon was using to mend the awkward tension from before. I was grateful, truly, that he wasn't as angry with me as he should be.

If the tables were turned, I might have not been that gracious.

Twelve Names Less