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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

Even though vampires were most active at night, and my mother had employed them to work for her, I didn't come across a single soul on my venture down to the room where Dahlia was held captive.

I wasn't sure why I was even doing this, and I knew for a fact that it was an immensely stupid idea. Despite that, I still cradled the bag of food in my arms as though it was gold, the revolver my mother had given me tucked in my back pocket, as I headed straight for Dahlia's room― or to be exact, prison.

The food might be a little rancid, and if it was something even I could smell, there was no doubt Dahlia could too, but at least it would be enough to fill her belly with enough sustenance. Gus was right in that if she attempted to fight back, it would be hell to pay. However, watching her die when I was friends with her brother — someone who cared a lot for her — felt wrong.

This way, at least, I was leaving her fate in the hands of the Goddess.

Sins Repaid Upon Death