A. Vitiosis

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 trusted Bellatrix to handle herself, however it didn’t mean that I wanted to leave her alone.


Elias Harrison was the first Alpha to support my succession to the throne which garnered my respect, something that the other Alpha’s aren’t privileged to. I respected his opinions and let him express his grievances without being filtered.


He’s one of the only Alpha’s who doesn’t strictly follow the Iron Laws, combining the Darkmoon Tribe with the Red District. They lived in a harmonious environment which made me much more lenient to chastise him.


“You spoke of recent trading regarding witches.” I began, taking a seat.


Elias handed over a folder and at first glance, the paperwork involved a detailed analysis of profitability while highlighting the aid it will provide to the soldiers at the border. “Approximately 30% will be given to the soldiers.”


“They offered more than I anticipated, and I wasn’t going to object.”


Chapter 40 No One Touches You