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

The final stages of the competition would take place tomorrow, during the week in which I became Prince Thalion’s aide I saw the lengths these women would go to garner his favor – especially Cassandra.


They kissed ass and it was in vain. Prince Thalion was kind, mirroring the statement of forgiving but never forgetting. I narrowed my eyes at him, studying his demeanor as Cassandra giggled, handing over a tray of assorted macaroons. This was a tactic in her apology for disgracing him, providing different sweets as a peace offering.


“Thank you, Cassandra.” Prince Thalion smiled.


She glanced at me, disgust washing over her features for a brief second before that plastic smile pulled at her lips. She bowed, blushing. “I made them myself, I hope they are to your liking. Please enjoy, Prince Thalion.”


She left and I scoffed bitterly, casting him a dry look. “Don’t tell me you buy that nonsense that it’s homemade?”


Chapter 115 Destiny Has Begun And Death Is Not An Option