webnovel

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 · Fantaisie
Pas assez d’évaluations
114 Chs

Confession (1)

Dmitri’s eyes slowly flicker open and he looks around. The events of last night are a blur to him but he recalls transforming in the middle of the forest. He frowns as he realizes that he is back in the inn and abruptly sits up.

Someone has clothed him and his injuries have healed faster thanks to his hybrid genes.

What the hell happened? He wonders. He racks his brain, trying to remember. Last night, he ran into the forest to transform and someone was following him.

“Roseanne!” He gasps.

“What is it?”

Dmitri snaps his head around to find that Roseanne is rushing out of the bathroom, her hair dripping. She is relieved to find him awake and healthy. Hurrying towards his side, she touches his chest.

“Thank the goddess,” she whispers. “Your injuries are healed.”

“How did I get here?” Dmitri asks. “And last night…”

“We managed to defeat the Undead,” she tells him. “I buried it in the ground and put a spell over it!”

“You what?”