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

My breaths faltered, choking on each inhale as I fought to breathe past the panic. A fierce tremor tore through me, goosebumps breaking out upon my flesh as guilt consumed every fragment of my soul. I’m haunted by the dead bodies, the scene playing on a loop so vividly that I can recall the scent of death and destruction.


The explosion that caused death of millions, the consequences resulting in the backfire of the weapons that killed hundreds.


A sharp pain pierced my mind, like a knife digging into flesh. Of the sixty members that participated in this ambush, only twenty returned. They rejoiced upon our return, declaring the mission a success and affirming the crumbling of Golden Kingdom.


Their joyous shouts and screams fell on deaf ears, everything sounded like I was underwater, drowning in a sea of dead bodies with the putrid scent of blood filling my nostrils. Bjorn told us not to mourn their deaths, emphasizing that their sacrifices weren’t in vain.


Chapter 150 Lives Are Expendable