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

“Since Echo hates being restricted, there will not be a cage for this fight.”


The audience jeered, shouting in protest and sprouting insults. Except my focus wasn’t on them, it was on the piles of mutilated and decaying bodies surrounding the arena, the stench of death swallowing me whole.


The announcer’s words are muffled to my ears, staring directly at the beast emerging from the gates. Her beastly form was two times the size of an average she-wolf, her fur an unusual shade of blue black that became more prominent under the spotlight.


“ECHO!” He shouted, his voice electrifying the audience.


Salvia coated her fangs, dripping onto the floor as we closed the distance, a few metres apart. Fear coiled down my spine at her sharpened gaze, cold and predatorial emeralds. Malice oozed from her appearance, each step filled with purpose and murderous intent.


Chapter 58 No Fair Fights Here