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 new shipment of food and survival essentials were arriving today at the Port, another way to compensate for the losses of the people and the Kingdom. When I arrived, it was erased, leaving nothing in the wreckage aside from dust and death.


Everything was destroyed, lives were taken once again.


“Where are they?” I asked Christian, scanning the empty surroundings of rubble.


His eyebrows drew together as he scowled. “According to the report, it’s a group of fifteen and they disappeared after the bomb went off.”


Shaking my head and grinding my teeth, the incompetence stemmed from me and seeped into my people. “How did they not see it at the gates?” I gritted out, attempting to suppress the rage bubbling to the surface.


Quelling this fire seemed impossible as I snapped, “We check everything that comes in!”


“Clearly, they weren’t thorough.” Christian responded bitterly.


Chapter 153 The Kingdom Has Fallen