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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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Warning:
- Dubcon
- R18 themes

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The Alpha's Little Slave

"She… she should have been." I frowned at the strangeness of Blaise's question.

Of course my mother would be in charge of my meals; who else was there? The other person was me, and I was a mere year old when we left Stormclaw. I didn't even have control over my bowels, let alone know how to create meals for myself.

"It had always been the two of us back then. If she hadn't made me any food, I might have died from malnutrition before my father picked me up. Blaise, I was just a toddler back then," I reminded Blaise. "Why do you ask?"

To my surprise, his expression turned grave. "That explains a lot about you. The lack of a wolf, your resistance to silver… It all makes sense now."

"What?" I could barely register Blaise's words through the roaring in my ears. The final piece of the puzzle had fallen into my hands, but I could not muster up the courage to see the damning picture formed by the pieces.

Robbed of a Life