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 stared at the royal tester convulsing on the floor, his eyes rolling back. “Call the emergency doctor.” Lazarus instructed calmly, “Place him in the infirmary immediately and monitor his condition.”


The guards carry the royal tester out of the dining room, Lazarus whispers something to Karina who takes the plate of food away. I’m momentarily stunned at what transpired, it happened in the blink of an eye.


“W-why do you have royal taster?” I blurted, “You never had one before-“


“I’ve always had one.” Lazarus stated, getting up without eating nor drinking anything on the table. “When you prepared my meals, I didn’t need one.” His lips curled into a devilish grin as he teased, “Where was a human going to get poison here?”


“Poison…” I mumbled. It’s been two days since I saw the lengths these assassins will go to in order to kill him. There was approximately three today and it wasn’t even noon.


Chapter 38 Assassination Attempts Is A Free For All