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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

Naughty Duke

Roseanne pulls him down for a kiss, scratching his neck in the process, but Dmitri is faster. He puts his palm on her forehead and his eyes stare right into hers. Roseanne freezes in her action.

For a moment, he only stares into her eyes but not out of love. Rather, he is concentrating hard as Roseanne’s pupils dilate. She is under a strange trance where she is unaware of anything else around her. Unlike the Heat, where her body dictates her mind, she is completely still as if her body is now obeying someone else other than her.

A slow breeze twirls around them and the chamber turns cold as Dmitri murmurs under his breath.

“Calm down, Roseanne Vadimovna,” he orders in a low tone. Roseanne is still unfocused and hypnotized under his gaze. He does not break their eye contact, unblinking and unflinching.