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

“Are you willing to trust Emmett?” Bellatrix asked, cutting through the sea of thoughts invading my mind. We took separate cars, following Emmett in one that wouldn’t draw attention when we entered Donovan’s estate.


Tapping my finger against the wheel, pondering on what answer was befitting. There was a point in my life when he was the closest person to me, the only person I trusted, the only person I never questioned when it came to loyalty.


But everything was temporary in life, people and even the seesaw I stepped on when I became King.


“Emmett knows my weaknesses.” I continued, explaining the twisted belief I had in him. “He knew my parents personally, they loved him as well. If this is real, it would mean that he never saw any of us as family. However, he’s not a person who can fake happiness. If he went this far, well then, he would accomplish the cruelest way to hurt me.” I smiled, agony flaring in my chest as I clenched the steering wheel.


Chapter 167 Beauty Preserved, Madness Unleashed