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

There was a significant shift in his mood when he returned, a melancholy cloud looming over his head while his rage simmered to the surface.


“The Vampire Diaries again.” Christian groaned, plopping down next to Valeria and stealing her batch of buttery popcorn.


They all wave me off casually, engrossed in Elena’s discovery of being Katherina’s doppelganger. My focus was completely on Lazarus, he raced past without a second glance, yanking off his tie. “Lazarus.” I called, but he presses forward without a response.


Trudging into his room, readying to slam the door in my face. “What the hell Lazarus!” I shouted, evading the attack.


He tore off his jacket, frantically running his fingers through his hair. “Just leave Bellatrix.”


“No. I’m not leaving.” I declared, shaking my head. “This obviously has something to do with The Syndicate.”


“DONT!” He snapped, turning around and his eyes darkened, “You don’t get to ask me questions on what goes on there.”


Chapter 32 Selfish Meets Asshole