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 call Bonnie and the line continues to ring until I get her voicemail. She disappeared after Lazarus sent her back to the Green District, all my text messages going unanswered. Bonnie tends to hold a grudge, and forgiveness was clearly not on her radar anytime soon.


Next, I try Colton. Our text messages span over a few days, never too indebt beyond pleasantries and how we were doing. His phone continues to ring, after the third try and getting his voicemail – I give up.


After experiencing Lazarus’s cruelty and ruthlessness, I couldn’t stay here any longer. I needed to form a plan of escape and Colton and Bonnie are the only people who would be able to help me. Scrolling through my contacts, stopping at Emmett’s name.


My heart hammered in my chest, echoing in my ears. Thoughts spiralling out of control, a jittery sensation overwhelming my body. A blackhole of despair seemed to devour me from the inside, was there truly no escape from this hell?


Chapter 42 Rock Bottom