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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
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114 Chs

Alexei's Secret (3)

The witch smiles a toothless grin which disgusts Alexei but he glares back at the man. Behind him, Stefan is leaning down at Anna, studying her.

“Now you will know what pain is, Princess!” He exclaims and pokes Anna’s eye with the hot iron rod.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” She yells in agony as the hot rod melts her eye. Blood oozes out of her eye and she writhes but cannot move because the soldiers have kept a strong hold on her. She is trying to fight back, the pain too much to bear.

Alexei watches helplessly as his sister is being tortured. “Please!” He begs. “Let her go! I-I do not want the throne. Uncle can have it! We will leave and never return…”

Tears roll down his cheeks as he breaks down completely. Their parents are dead, their teacher is dead and now, they are going to lose each other.

“What did we do to deserve this?” he whispers. “WHAT WAS OUR FAULT?”