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

A deadly silence envelops the room as the doctor lifted his gaze, a bloody scalpel in one hand and a massive syringe in the other.


She whizzed past me, accompanied by the shadows who immediately captured the doctor. “Hey, hey, wait.”


The doctor loomed over the metal table and the woman was barely conscious, flesh torn apart and her skin coated in blood, sweat and grim. The doctor let out an anxious chuckle, crimson splotches on his white coat and bloody drenched gloves. “Do you really want to do this?” He smirked, sinisterly, arching a challenging brow. “The moment I step out of here, all of you will die.”


Those words were spoken with certainty, a menacing glint in those sapphires. I glanced at Emmett, observing the way his eyes darkened with ire. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”


He gave a stiff nod, marching over to the doctor. “Do you know Donovan Van Acker?”


“No.” He denied all-too quickly, confirming our suspicions.


Chapter 175 The Doctor Reveals Something Darker