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

I’m dusting the books in the library when Lazarus enters, “I have a surprise for you.” he announces.


Glancing at him over my shoulder, giving him a dry look. “That usually isn’t a good thing.”


Lazarus rolls his eyes, “Karina will help you, be ready in one hour.”


“Where are we going?” Arching a brow at him suspiciously, “If you’re going to kill me, no need to dress me up for the slaughter.” I explained.


Lazarus exhaled, annoyed. “Just be ready, no excuses.”


My heart quickened as he made his way toward me. It had to be the sex clouding my judgement, but it’s also Karina’s words of his true position of power. I’m torn on where to direct my anger; I’m wavering in my hatred towards him.


He towers over me, and we lock eyes. I can never understand him especially when he fingers trace the collar on my neck. “For one night.” He uttered, removing the collar.


Chapter 20 Date Gone Wrong