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

Tears sprung to our eyes as we smack each other to shut up, unable to control our laugher. “I can’t breathe.” Lila wheezed.


“She really tried ballet in that poofy ass dress.” I laughed so hard that my stomach pleaded for mercy.


“That was anything but graceful.” Lila giggled, wiping the tears from her cheeks.


I’ll commend her for getting back on her feet and attempting to finish that horrendous performance, even though she sucked. Whoever her teacher was, clearly, they lied that she had a talent for ballet. The applause was robotic and forced, although everyone backstage was laughing at her.


Not like she doesn’t deserve it. Her bitter personality was the reason no one felt any sympathy for her. People might not have noticed but she was the only contestant from the Darkmoon Tribe on purpose, her father was the Alpha and therefore restricted anyone from joining at her request.


Chapter 68 Show Your Talent, Human