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

All the attention was on Lazarus who stood front and centre, The King in his glory as his people worshipped him. He was sophisticated and charming, exuding a malevolent allure that captivated his audience.


Anyone would be drawn to the darkness and willingly sin for this handsome man.


He did a standard introduction, explaining the purpose of finding a Luna and the next Queen. That smile was pure deception, as if moment’s ago he didn’t threaten to kill me if I didn’t win. I roll my eyes backstage; he truly could wear any mask.


The rhythmic clicking of heels sliced through the silence. Turning around to face the perpetrator, my body freezing in place as all twenty-eight contestants stood before me, the energy fierce and crackling as they planned my demise.


Their gazes filled with pure disdain, “Fucking human.” Someone sneered from the back.


They were singling me out because of one person, the leader of this group – Cassandra.


Chapter 67 I Can Fuck With You With A Smile