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

Lazarus gently laid Thalion onto the bed, changing his room to one of the master suite’s. A teasing smile tugged at my lips, “Thought you hated him?”


Suddenly, he caught my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “I still do.”


I rolled my eyes, clearly the actions weren’t aligning if he truly despised Thalion. “But I appreciate his warning.” He murmured softly. “I’m grateful to anyone who wants to protect you.”


A sudden jolt shot through my heart, a stumble in my pulse that had me squeezing his hand. Lazarus has disturbed the peace and twisted my mind into craving this possession, his love.


Even when I knew this was wrong, even though I knew it would become a hindrance in the future.


Thalion’s words echoed, playing on a loop. Death was inevitable but one filled with suffering and regret was something I didn’t want.


Tugging him along, straight into his room. “We need to talk.”


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