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 didn’t expect Lazarus to show me his weapons collection, but I wasn’t complaining, staring in awe at the different guns pristinely showcased on the rakes.


Glancing over my shoulder towards Lazarus, lifting a teasing brow. “It’s only logical that you keep guns away from me, I’m an expert remember – playing with fire by showing me where you keep them.”


He takes calculative steps towards me, chuckling softly and darkly. Capturing my jaw in a gentle grasp, tipping until our eyes are locked on each other. “I told you to try your best to kill me Ma Cherie.” His voice smooth as whiskey, “I’m counting on you to do your best.”


“Dangerous words King Lazarus.” I grin cheekily.


His eyes flare fervently, “Don’t test my patience otherwise you won’t get the opportunity to play with your toys.”


Lifting my hands up, “Fine, fine. I surrender.” Mainly because I wanted to marvel the weapons here.


Chapter 29 Her Brilliant Mind Is Mine