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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

It was hard to tell whether Dahlia or I was more appalled by my mother's words.

"Mom… why… how could you say that?" I spluttered out.

"Why not? From what I hear about Damon Valentine, he is definitely not a good match for you. Just from the conversation we had earlier, I could tell his temper is spectacularly terrible." My mom shook her head.

"No sense of humor in that man, unlike his brother. And I also heard that he had a harem of women at his beck and call, and Gus had confirmed the intelligence. Harper, my dear, you deserve better than to be one of his many women!"

"It's hard for Damon to be polite and cheerful when he thinks I've been kidnapped after a few days of going missing," I said with gritted teeth, shooting Gus a death glare from the corner of my eyes.

That vampire merely shrugged apologetically, but I could sense that he wasn't actually sorry.

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