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

“This is the budget for the Royal Guards attending the borders, King Lazarus as expressed his interest on increasing the food and weapons supply for the patrollers as well as the compensation packages for the ones who have passed.” Judah explained each document thoroughly, transferring them into three separate folders. “He might sign off on them.”


“No problem.” I say, clutching the folders to my chest. “Valeria went to the borders?”


Shit. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. “How long?”


Judah reads another document, stamping the pages with a royal mark. “Indefinately. They are required to monitor and provide feedback before taking action.”


Being Lazarus assistant had it’s advantages, I was privy to information regarding the inner workings of his system. Majority of the fundings for each Kingdom was provided by Lazarus personally, something I was shocked by.


“Can I ask you something?” I hesitated when he nodded. “Doesn’t The Syndicate fund the Kingdoms.”


Chapter 36 The Terrifying King