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 was repulsed by Donovan’s secrets and once the doctor started talking – I was horrified and disgusted.


“Are you saying that Donovan Van Acker has been paying you to conduct these experiments?” The eldest man asked.


The doctor known as Easton was recruited by Donovan after he had lost his license to practice after performing illegal surgeries. He seemed rather young, early thirties and not at all surprised by the presence by of The Syndicate – which further confirmed his connection to Donovan. A flash of bloodlust in his eyes, potent and raw, something he couldn’t conceal with fear.


“Y-yes.” He stuttered, a peak at his true personality shining through when he muttered lowly. “I would have done it for free.”


I recognized that thirst for blood, granted permission to perform experiments and organ extractions – he wouldn’t pass up the chance.


“What sort of experiments?” I questioned with an acidic tone.


Chapter 177 Evil Needs To Be Punished