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

His laughter echoed through my bones like a sweet symphony, a radiant smile that mirrored sun’s warmth, the blossoming of a flower. Judah reminded me of a flower, delicate, silent and resilient during a storm.


Maybe that’s why I felt protective over his beaming soul, the light dimming ever since Bjorn discovered our connection. The guilt wrapped around my neck like a noose, he put everything on the line for me, destroying his own morality for the sake of my life.


I swallowed thickly, the sensation of a thousand needles prickling my flesh as a form of repentance. The voices continued to creep around in my mind, reminding me that I’m the cause of his demise. Sacrificing myself wouldn’t be enough, it will never be enough.


His smile faded, eyebrows pulled into a tight knot as he studied my expression. “It’s not your fault.” He reminded, a sincerity in his voice that I didn’t deserve, attempting to drag me out of this darkened abyss.


Chapter 162 Judah And Nova's Escapade Part 1