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

His eyes grew misty, flooded by a variety of emotions that were seemingly overwhelming him. A slight tremble in his lower lip that he bit to suppress the tears.


Approaching them once I ensured the wolf was dead, the audiences outraged voices thundered throughout the arena. A smile curls behind the mask, gaining sweet satisfaction from ruining their fun.


Pushing my finger against the mouth of the mask, silencing him from uttering my name aloud. While the Werewolf King was here, they couldn’t figure out his accomplice was a human. That would taint his reputation, and I’m almost tempted to rip off the mask and let him suffer.


However, my feelings regarding his moral compass has been questioned by him inviting me here to destroy Nightwolf.


Lazarus’s soul was morally questionable.


“Bonnie told you I was here?” Colton inquired; his voice thick with emotion. “Why did you save me?”


Chapter 59 Rescue Mission Gone Wrong