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

I stared at him, analyzing every detail from top to bottom. He wore a sharp suit, pristine and immaculate for a dead man. “I guess it’s true what they say, a corpse is always the best dressed.” I said, my tone dripping with acid.


He let out a sinister chuckle, insanity dilating his pupils. With a flick of his wrist, he adjusted his suit. “Indeed, your corpse will be the personification of beauty in death.” He responded smoothly.


Anger and confusion surging through my veins like poison and clouding my mind. “You were sentenced to death, you were executed.” I scowled bitterly. “Thomas Grey.”


He tsked, the sound filled with disappointment and caution. “This what happens when you give humans a little freedom, they start breaking the rules.”


A sly grin crept across my lips, arching a pointed brow at him. "You are no longer an Alpha or a King, do I really need to show you respect?”


Chapter 128 Dead Men Don't Die