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

We all lined up after breakfast, Ashley summoning us. “The next round will be different; you will have time to prepare.” She clarified, reading off her tablet. “You have to prepare a handcrafted gift for King Lazarus, during the live broadcast you will present the gift with an explanation of why you chose it and it’s purpose.”


“You will have three days, and I implore that you put some meaning behind your gift.” Her gaze narrowed with a silent warning. “I will reiterate that it must be your original work, items acquired through other means won’t be accepted.”


“Good day ladies.” She says, giving a curt nod before departure.


There were only a few women who formed a clique, quickly pilling into one room while the rest glared at every single one of us before disappearing into their respective rooms. Curling my fingers around Lila’s wrist, “Let’s go to the garden.”


Chapter 73 Don't Be Arrogant, Bitch