The Lycan Kings' Chattel
The world humans once knew was now taken over by creatures who had fought and won control over it…
The werewolves…
Humans became slaves to their wrath, puppets to command and control, and sadly Marlie Barlowe was one of them. She hated werewolves with every bone that made up her body, just the thought of them disgusted her, so could you imagine the thought of actually breeding for them?
She detested it, it repulsed her in more ways than just one. She preferred death than to give birth to one of them. But that night when she was tied naked against the unpainted concrete walls, she could do nothing but take what was dished out to her.
She had fought back, cried and begged, but the man whose hand had ran along almost every crevice of her body had absolutely no heart. She could see the cruelty, the coldness in his eyes…her tears, the helpless little fight she put up; it was all appealing to him.
And that made Marlie fear him.
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~WARNING~ DARK THEMED ROMANCE~ READ WITH CAUTION~
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