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 captivating on the field and became the main attraction once the bullet left the chamber. Bellatrix manages to amaze me while simultaneously stealing my breath away. None of the contests had the skills, agility and ability opposed to Bellatrix when it came to weapons. I’ve seen her take apart guns in seconds and piece them back together blindfolded.


The comment section on the live stream was going crazy, singing her praise. Bellatrix won the public’s affection, wolves and humans alike were raving about her talents. She boosted her reputation, and everyone has acknowledged her place as a contender to become the next Luna.


She is the only one befitting of being the Luna.


While the other judges were against this sort of competition, I urged for its inclusion. A Luna wasn’t a decorative piece to wax poetry to the people, I needed someone who was worthy of protecting the people and strong-minded enough to handle the Kingdom’s and The Syndicate.


Chapter 102 A Dance With Death