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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. ___________________________ “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.”

“I should punish you.” “Maybe you should. Or maybe you’re all bark, no bite,” I shot back, my voice daring. His eyes darkened, and in a blur, I was over his shoulder, my skin burning where he held me and the cold air kissed my bare ass. “Your skin” His voice was low, almost reverent. “So fucking smooth.” Before I could retort, the world shifted, steam rising around us. He set me down, steadily, fingers brushed the hem of the shirt I wore, his shirt. He slipped it away without hesitation, leaving me bare under his gaze. “What are you doing?” I whispered. “Punishing you.” —— Rayna gave up everything for love. She abandoned her pack, killed her wolf when she rejected her destined mate, and gave herself entirely to the man she thought would stand by her forever, Alpha Dario. But when Dario found his fated mate, he didn’t hesitate to cast Rayna aside, leaving her broken, and utterly alone. One night of drowning her sorrows at a bar changes everything. Rayna witnesses a brutal murder—one carried out by none other than Alpha Sven, the ruthless Mafia leader feared across packs. What Rayna doesn’t realize is that fate isn’t done with her. Sven isn’t just her captor, her tormentor, her obsession—he’s the very mate she rejected long ago. He remembers her rejection like a scar carved into his soul, and he’s not interested in forgiveness, he doesn’t want her love. He wants to see her surrender in obedience, her body bound to his until she can’t deny him anymore. Rayna must decide whether to keep resisting the bond—or surrender to the one man who has both the power to destroy her and the claim to own her.

"You're saying?" "I'm saying, I know you're avoiding me." She froze. "I see the way you look at me Tarah." Their eyes met. But she quickly looked away. "Look at me darling." He said huskily. He lifted her chin. She finally looked at him in his soul sucking eyes. "Are you attracted to me?" "No." She lied. TARAH What do you do when you feel things you never felt before? Feelings you never thought you would feel, towards someone you shouldn't feel that to. Feelings you should never feel towards your husband's brother. And what if it happens, he feels the same. What do you do? What do I do? How could I keep myself away from him, when we live under one roof. How can I not get attached to him, when he's all I am into. He showed me my darkest desires I never thought I had. He awakened my deepest feelings. He opened the door to my heart, and my damn legs as well. He was the greatest temptation that I failed to resist. I never thought of getting married through a contract. More so of falling in love with my husband's brother. EZEKIEL The marriage contract wasn't entirely legal, but still, a grooms valid name was needed. There was no second bastard son at all, and I couldn't come up with a name. So, I put my name on it. Making Tarah married to me. Yes. To me. She's married to me. Which she didn't know. And wouldn't know. I know she's just adopted, but I'll still mess around her, as planned. And what could I do? She's undeniably very pretty. So pretty. I wanted her attention on me. I want her. I want my wife. I want what's mine. I'll do everything to get her.