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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

The Throne (1)

A loud siren rings through the streets of Sloria, waking up the citizens who remained. The siren rings in three short intervals before ringing continuously for a minute, signaling the impending invasion.

Roseanne also hears the siren and wakes up in shock. She is completely naked and wrapped in a blanket. Hugging it tight, she looks around.

Her room is a total mess. The furniture is overturned and the bedsheet is in disarray. Her lower body is throbbing a little but thankfully, it does not hurt much. Gaia must have healed her before disappearing back into her mind.

They really went at it last night, Roseanne winces. She feels a little shy as she remembers the way Gaia and her mate Stiva made wild love. They were starving for centuries, no, for thousands of years perhaps.

“Gaia is wild,” she mutters. In her head, there is a faint laughter from Gaia.