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 knew being summoned by The Syndicate wasn’t a good thing.


A loud bang resounded, a familiar deep voice roaring. “How fucking dare you!”


“You had one job.” That aggravating high-pitched feminine voice screeched, “And now you are telling us that you won’t have an heir.”


Another feminine voice spoke, “You have forgotten your place.” She snapped, her voice lethal and dead. “You are privileged and spoiled. We gave you the crown and we can just as easily take it away.”


All seven council members established the Werewolf Kingdom and continued to fund the nation. The Syndicate held the power to replace me as King and they never failed to remind me every chance they got.


They call me spoiled and yet I have listened and fulfilled all their requests because I have no other choice.


Darkness loomed over the court, shadowing the members while I stood below and awaited judgement. I knew directly in front of me sat the Head of The Syndicate – my uncle, Donovan Van Acker.


Chapter 31 A King Without An Heir Isn't A King