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

Lazarus laughed, the sound demonic as it echoed, like the gates of hell were opening to enact punishment.


“Do you really think you can order me.” Lazarus smiled wickedly. “Kill her.”


Fear slithered through my veins, pumping viciously to my heart because I knew Lazarus was serious. He didn’t value her life; her death would be insignificant. I couldn’t challenge him in the presence of Thomas, and I doubt I had the power to change his mind.


Lazarus gestured with his hand, “Go on, kill her.”


Thomas jaw tensed, rage flaring in his orbs as his claws descending and he punctured the flesh of her neck. “You think I won’t?” he snapped with a growl. “I’ll fucking kill her and the woman who is your mate,” darting his eyes towards me with a cruel smile, “She will hate you forever.”


Chapter 60 A King Never Bows