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

Our eyes were locked in a trance, dread churned like acid in my stomach. I’ve never seen such violence, such bloodshed – it was disturbing.


His sinister smile was even more terrifying stained by blood. “Are you scared Ma Cherie?”


Lazarus strode towards me, malevolence dancing in his eyes. “You should be. This is what happens when people think they can try and kill me.”


The pressure intensified in my chest as he lifted his hand, bloody tainted fingers twirling a lock of my hair. He was completely engrossed, his words soft and lethal. “So beautiful and I’ve tainted you.”


“Who was that?” I blurted in question, despite the fear slithering in my veins like poison.


He tilts his head, his gaze shrouded in darkness. “Concerned?”


Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, a spillage of truth in his words.


“An assassin.” Lazarus answered, his hand falling. “Many people want me dead Ma Cherie, you are just another person added to the list.”


Chapter 37 A Price On His Head