In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.
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“Yes please.” She begs.
“Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
“Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.”
“Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.”
I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.”
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
“Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.”
“Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads.
“Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.”
I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

From Slave To Wolf Queen

Studying the collar closely in the mirror, built of thick metal that wrapped seamlessly around my throat. I felt suffocated the more I stared at it, curling my fingers underneath to search for anything that would unlock it. At the base of my throat I felt a textured square, it felt like a microchip.


Lazarus wasn’t lying, there is a bomb in this collar.


In the weapons departments, there were many instances that I had to deal with bombs therefore I knew how to get out of this. If I could get the chip out without triggering the bomb, then the collar will unlock automatically.


Rummaging through Lazarus bedroom and bathroom for anything that could pry the chip out of the collar. After a solid ten minutes of nothing, I opted for the letter opener at his nightstand. The edges were still sharp, I had to be careful that I don’t apply too much pressure and accidently plunge it into my throat.


Chapter 10 I Never Knew Desire Like This