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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

After dinner was concluded, Darach invited Kyle and I to his rooms to give me an update about his situation, but technically I had already seen all that I needed to see. Dinner was an eye-opener, in more ways than one.

"Your pack is very disrespectful towards you. Does this happen often?" I asked Darach with a frown on my face as he gestured for me to take a seat across the table.

Ironically, his room wasn't as fancy as mine even though it was equally large. I spotted two doors. Did he really need two bathrooms?

Darach gave me a weary smile over the piles of documents on his desk. "I know this seems appalling to an outsider, but truthfully, this is already considered an improvement from when I first took over the position. No food was thrown at me. I'm counting it as a success."

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