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 wrapped up and we were asked to return to our rooms, however this spark of jealousy and embers of hatred couldn’t be contained when I saw that radiant glow on Lazarus’s face as he put on the gloves.


I didn’t want Cassandra to get away with this, I hated that she was being rewarded and celebrated for my hard work. Glancing at Lila before we could climb the stairs, “I’ll meet you in a bit, I just need to speak to someone.”


She smiled gently. “Okay, if you need my help, don’t hesitate to call.”


I returned the smile, appreciative that I had someone in my corner. If it wasn’t for Lila, I wouldn’t have a gift to present today. Lazarus had disappeared, luckily, I spotted Donovan. “Sir Loughrey.” I called.


He turns around, blocking my view of who he was speaking to. They disappear immediately, but I pay no attention to that when I have a purpose. The corners of his lips quirked up, “Bellatrix.”


Chapter 78 Embers Of Jealousy