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

“This is highly inappropriate.” Emmett declared, pushing to his feet with a menacing glare. “This round has already concluded. You cannot simply make your own rules.”


Cassandra casually brushed her hair over her shoulder, confidence oozing from her pores. “I can do whatever I want, have you forgetton who my father is.” She smirked with a lifted brow, “This is a competition to choose the next Luna and if she cannot manage against a real soldier then how can she fulfil her duties.”


Emmett was aggravated by Cassandra’s entitled behavior, demanding that the rules be changed to suit her wishes. She abuses her title as the daughter of the alpha of Darkmoon Tribe, the fact that she has made it this far without any sort of skills is a testament to that. The Syndicate won’t allow her elimination because she is the ideal match for King Lazarus.


I’m merely the substitute, the one who has to birth his heir and nothing more.


Chapter 101 The Taming Of Bellatrix