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

I clenched my jaw, curdling the disdain in my chest as I sneered. “Get out.”


Emmett’s face stricken of haunted anguish, despondency thickening his voice. “Lazarus, I’m being serious.”


I jerked my chin towards him, signaling Christian to remove him from the premises. “So am I.”


Emmett fought against Christian’s hold yet willingly let himself be restrained. Christian gave a curt nod, starting to drag him out of the room.


But Emmett protested with hardened eyes. “Donovan is working with Bjorn.”


Grinding my teeth in annoyance, my fists tightened. “You chose him and what? Now you are coming here for forgiveness?” I laughed, bitterly. “You aren’t that naive Emmett.” I spat.


Fire blazed upon his face, every feature steeled with determination as he stood his ground. “I don’t expect forgiveness, but the situation is getting out of hand, even you won’t be able to contain it.”


Chapter 166 A Revelation No One Saw Coming