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

My eyes widened at the interception, quickly grabbing her wrist and pulling her aside from the bustling crowd. “What are you doing here?”


“What does it look like?” She fired back, dryly.


My pulse quickened, a dangerous thunder in my chest as I surveyed the chaos. “You can’t be here, it’s dangerous. I’m close to-”


She quirks a brow, her voice filled with sarcasm. “Really?


“Does Lazarus know you are here?” I asked, a sharp edge in my tone.


He would never approve of this, especially when I told him that the Death Pit was wild and these people were pure savages.


“I don’t need his permission. I can take care of myself.” She snapped, folding her arms, her expression pulled taut in irritation.


Sucking in a breath, the vicious roars of the crowd and her presence completely overwhelming me. Running my fingers through my hair, frustrated and on edge. “I know you can take care of yourself, but this is different. I can’t focus if I’m worried about your safety.”


Chapter 174 Angel To The Rescue