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

A lump formed in my throat, a heavy weight on my chest that made it difficult to breathe. The Rebel’s Creed members were ecstatic that the former leader’s daughter has become their new Lieutenant. No questions asked, only singing my praise because of past admiration towards my father.


I didn’t know how to feel, all I knew was that this was once my dream and now I’m plagued with anxiety and endless questions upon the circumstances.


I blame Lazarus, he shattered the dream of joining the resistance and opened my eyes to the bigger picture.


Massaging my hand along my heart, simply thinking about him insights a deep ache in my soul, roots of yearning ripping it apart. The awakening of the bond has made it agonizing to even breathe without him. If I open my heart and mind, I’ll sink deeper into the blackhole of despair and this wasn’t the time.


I joined for a reason, I followed Bjorn for a reason, I won’t break without succeeding.


Chapter 144 Permission To Investigate