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

“It remains unknown, according to the guards there wasn’t any foul play.” Christian relayed.


Their voices fade into the background as I remember the initial conversation I had with Bonnie when she arrived at the palace, amid the gloating she spoke of Lazarus imprisoning Nathan. I recall her vague reasoning, “Something about selling weapons to a rebellion.” She waved dismissively, “Honestly who cares.”


I fucking cared. Bonnie didn’t realize the value in her information, I’ve been searching for the Human Rebellion while Nathan had been in contact with them. It had to be for money considering his disdain for humankind, he believed werewolves superior and handing over weapons wasn’t anything to stress over.


However, his death came as a shock to me because werewolf laws don’t enforce a strict punishment upon wolves opposed to humans. We were tortured endless and bloodily, wolves practically get a slap on the wrist.


Chapter 28 A Man With A Different Face