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

In a span of a week, I’ve suddenly become the public’s favorite.


“I’m telling you; they are going crazy over you.” Lila beamed, wide-eyed as she scrolled through the comment section.


Shaking my head, amused by her animated expressions as she sang my praise by reading the comments. The others didn’t share the same sentiment, glaring at me with malice dripping in their expression. We were summoned into the palace living room by one of the judges regarding information for the final round.


Meeting Cassandra’s venomous eyes, I smirked – they saw me as competition now.


“Contestants.” A familiar voice called.


Our heads swiveled in his direction and standing beneath the golden arch was Emmett, a smile spread across my face in an instant. Aside from my recovery in the Golden Kingdom, I haven’t gotten a chance to speak with him. It’s ironic how we finally meet and yet I still feel the distance as much as before.


Chapter 105 The Elven Twist