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

Blood descended from his busted lip; his face reddened as the first bruise started to bloom. His eyes flashed for a second before dimming, a coldness in his expression that didn’t garner any reaction which further fueled my rage.


“Tell me!” I bellowed, eyes burning with vexation. “Fucking tell me!”


“I have no idea what you are talking about.” He said blankly.


Fury erupted in my chest like a volcano, pouring lava into my veins that ignited a buzzing under my skin, a violent tremor rushing through my body. “Do you think I’m the only one responsible for their deaths? Their blood is on your hands as much as mine.” I spat with disdain.


His eyes flashed, specks of gold highlighting his despondency despite the abrasive tone he responded with. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”


Chapter 154 Resistance Conquers All, While Your Weakness Is Your Downfall