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

She was sleeping peacefully, bathed in the glow of the moonlight that highlighted her magnetic beauty. I found myself longing to see those mesmerizing icy eyes, the balm to her soul. Her words playing on an endless loop in my mind, slipping from her lips like a secret that was never to be spoken.


A mirage of emotions exploded in her eyes; the most overwhelming one was fear that turned them white. Maybe my possession and jealousy ran deeper, someone incapable of love wanted to devour her soul until we became one.


In my own twisted and damaged heart – she was mine.


Bellatrix saw beyond what everyone admired about me, power, wealth and status. Her hatred for the Wolf King was a separate entity compared to her affection towards me. Tracing her smooth skin, warmth flooding her cheeks and plush reddened lips that were abused by my own. Sparks ignited every time we touched, tingles erupting on my lips with a simple reminder.


Chapter 85 I Can't Love You, Love Dies