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

I thought the silence would help me decipher Lazarus actions and words but to no avail. He was the one person I couldn’t read, a permanent wall that keeps me from getting too close unless he allows it.


Lazarus gives you glimpses into his mind, purely calculating and specific. You only see what he let’s you see, you only take his words at face value because you cannot dig deeper into the real meaning behind it.


His kindness wasn’t surprising, although it was unnerving because I didn’t know which side was the real him.


A knock resounded from the door, pulling my attention away from my thoughts. “Lila.” I beamed, studying her appearance for any sort of injury.


She ran towards me with open arms, embracing me in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault; I should have protected you.” She bawled incoherently. “I’m so sorry.”


Chapter 89 A Heart Bound, A Mind Defiant