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

Today was the day of the Luna Selection Ceremony and I’ve never hated Lazarus more than I do now for subjecting me to this ridiculous game. For a split second when he mentioned the selection, I found hope that he would let me go and that was short-lived until he forced me into this.


“Fucking Lazarus.” I gritted, downing the bubbly champagne to alleviate the anger and anxiety surging through me.


I will admit that he was going all out for me to match the level of wealth that other contestants have. The elegant evening gown was breath-taking, glittering ethereally. Dark, midnight blue with layered skirts of sheer fabric and a central slit that revealed my legs. The diamond encrusted bodice shimmered, drawing attention to the off-shoulder neckline that was even more highlighted by the up-do hairstyle with tendrils curled to frame my face. Sheer sleeves flowing like water under the night sky, the gown was enchanting and elegant.


Chapter 65 A Gift From Prince Charming