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

The competition proceeded smoothly, the only hinderance being me.


Cassandra wore an arrogant smirk, one of triumph and victory because Lazarus immediately granted a one-on-one date. Hatred pumped in my veins like gasoline, ready to explode in a blaze of fire. My blood, sweat and tears were being rewarded and passed on as her own creation.


While my second creation was being crucified, any longer on that stage and I’m certain the audience would have thrown their phones at me just to draw blood. I was incurring their wrath for breaking the rules and not knowing my place.


I wasn’t surprised by Lazarus’s reaction; he had an affinity for violence and death. He was enchanted by the tiger claws, his orbs sparkling with malevolent desire. While everyone assumed I had stolen werewolf technology, Lazarus knew the truth.


My knowledge and skills exceeded even his own people.


Chapter 76 Elimination