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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 seemed that word got around that I now had both brothers under my thrall. I had expected plenty of mudslinging and dirty looks since I was technically the reason for Damon losing his wolf, but to my surprise, I only had to deal with a few discontented grumblings.

Somehow, the pack had readily accepted me as one of them, a potential Luna candidate. More than half the pack was now deferring to me regarding decisions on pack welfare, and they greeted me cordially, if not with respect.

It was so surprising that I couldn't help but speak with Kyle regarding this turn of events, wondering if he had anything to do with it. I went to look for him in the infirmary.

"Hi Harper," Kyle said, his arm hooked up to another vial. "What's the matter?"

"Can't I just see how you're doing?" I asked, casually looking him over. He didn't seem to be showing any signs of pain or illness, which was a relief.

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