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Lycan and His Lover

“Reject me!” She begs. “Reject me now!” His eyes are on the pitiful girl who is on her knees, begging for rejection. Her desperate tone makes his heart ache. He will do anything for this woman. Kiss her, love her and kill anyone for her. But reject? “You are stuck with me, my dear,” his silky voice resonates in her ears. His handsome face leans close, his scarlet eyes locked into hers. “You are mine, Roseanne and I will burn down this world if you go away…” In the kingdom of Ezealyra where supernatural creatures rule over the humans, 18 year old Roseanne Vadimovna is a witch and a slave owned by the Lycan Royal Family. Ruled by the ruthless Lycans, Roseanne is forced to do their bidding until one day she was sold off to an auction for lecherous werewolves. And her world turns upside down when he comes to her life. Dmitri Daskov, the Lycan Duke of Sloria. Her master. Her mate. Elusive, sly and manipulative, Dmitri harbors a dangerous obsession for vengeance against his enemies. When his eyes set on Roseanne, he becomes her new master with a purpose in his mind. Scared by her new circumstances, Roseanne finds herself in a new land with no hope of the future. Yet, she finds herself drawn to the dangerous darkness lurking within Dmitri, a darkness which is about to plunge her into the depths of hell. What will happen when she finds out his true intentions? Can she redeem him? Or will she also drown in his darkness?

Tea_tae · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
114 Chs

A Vow for Revenge (Conclusion)

“Save him!” The voice in Roseanne’s head urges her. Dmitri’s red eyes are still glaring at her, filled with hurt and anger. She is too scared to face him, ashamed of having hurt him like that.

The wolf lets out a howl and jumps out of the window.

“Dmitri!” Roseanne yells after him and looks down to see the wolf and the Undead engaged in a battle once again. Roseanne is in a fix. She must save him but she does not know how!

“My Lady, we must escape!” Cassandra shrieks. More guards are going to arrive and they have little time. Roseanne nods and is about to turn around when something catches her eye. She frowns and picks up a book from the desk next to the window.

“Mikhael Vadimovna!” She whispers. “This is my father’s book!”