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

The tunnel within the castle led us into a cellar, surveying the contents. “A wine cellar. Really? He doesn’t even drink wine.” I murmured dryly.


“Must be for aesthetics.” Nova commented, studying the bottles, a sparkle in her eyes. “Oh, this is a fine collection.”


Judah chuckled, gazing at her lovingly. “Tempted, my darling lavender?”


A blush arose upon her cheeks. “N-no.”


Their love mirrored a field of flowers, bathed in the warmth of the sunlight. In the beginning, I wished for a love like theirs, but I wouldn’t trade the path of walking through fire with Lazarus. It’s our own version of love; fire that never dies.


We climbed the stairs, getting out of the cellar, only to be met with complete darkness squandered by sorrowful silence. “I think it’s best that you go to him alone.” Judah announced.


Shooting him a glare. “So that you can escape? That’s not happening.”


Chapter 159 Mark Me And Bind Our Souls For An Eternity