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

Bellatrix grimaced at the detoxication injection being administered. “I’m fine, I don’t-“


Emmett clicked his tongue and Bellatrix’s lips thinned, silently sticking out her arm for him to inject. “I’ll give you lollipop after.”


“I’m not a child – ow, ow, ow.” She cried.


“Sure, you aren’t.” Emmett muttered dryly, wiping the bead of blood with a cotton swab and lifting the trash can as Bellatrix retched once again.


“This is bullshit.” She snapped in between dry heaving and vomiting.


Closing the door behind me and giving her a semblance of privacy in such a fucked-up situation. My heart pounded viciously in my chest, disdain surging through my veins as I craved to torture the person responsible for causing her pain.


Fisting the fabric of Thalion’s shirt, “What the fuck did you do to her?” I snarled.


He frowned, “I had nothing to do with this. She explained that this has become a regular occurrence since the beginning of the competition.”


Chapter 116 A Prediction To Save What We Love