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

Caressing the softness of her skin, stifling the dangerous urge to mark every inch of her. She drifted into a peaceful sleep ten minutes ago and the darkness that clouded my soul desperately craved to kill all participants and leave her as the last one standing. Donovan was The Syndicate, and they forced me into this, his subtle suggestions would have turned to demands eventually.


There was no way I would let Bellatrix go; I wanted her a prisoner in my castle with no escape. When I saw Emmett with her in that room, I felt the sickening fire of jealousy burn through my veins. She shouldn’t have that spark in her eyes for him, like he was the personification of hopes and dreams.


It was sickening and I wanted to destroy it, I wanted to ruin that connection until it was nothing but ashes and rubble.


The desire surging through me was electrifying, desperate to draw her blood for my own possession.


Chapter 71 I'll Make You Regret This Game