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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

"Those werewolves are innocent," I slowly said, my mind immediately finding the familiar faces I had come to know and love after leaving my father's pack. "Not everyone is a piece of shit like Dad was."

"Your father was truly an exceptionally revolting piece of shit, that is true," my mother said without a moment's worth of hesitation, nodding agreeably. She turned back and took a seat on the armchair, gesturing for me to sit on the couch.

I didn't move, and she didn't insist.

"But I see now. My family had always been right― werewolves and humans were never meant to coexist in harmony. They're the predator, while we are the prey," she said. "We either snuff them out, or we will end up killed by them."

"So this is why you didn't bring me home after all these years," I said softly. "You weren't just recovering. You were plotting revenge."

Betrayal of a Bond II