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

My ears must have deceived me, I scoffed in sheer astonishment. “Did you really just ask me that?”


Fury burned in her eyes, “Why not? You’re the one who can fight and loves playing with weapons.” She sneered with pure disdain, “Why should I fucking suffer because of you.”


Taking a deep breath, attempting to calm the buzzing of my blood cells. “How is this my fault? I didn’t put you in here!” I exclaimed, my blood boiling.


She let out a mocking laugh. “Don’t play innocent with me. I know you told the King to send me here, you’re so jealous and scared that he would want me over you.”


I exhaled sharply, rolling my eyes at her tantrum. She continued to sprout the same bullshit, heavily implying that I’m the cause of this and it’s all because I’m jealous that Lazarus will favour her over me.


Chapter 47 Two Prisoners, One Slave