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The Lycan's Forbidden Mate

[Warning: Matured Content] 'Could the blow of the air be the one to extinguish a fire? Or would it be the one to kindle it even further?' Ophelia Viadislav, a dragon from a royal family of warriors, is set on a mission to kill the Alpha heir of the Lycans, but finding out that there is a deep connection between them, she gets caught in the middle of the war, between the werewolves and her own kind, the dragons. A pure-blooded Lycan and Alpha heir to rule a great nation, Nikolai Novikov is finally out after being imprisoned by his own family for three hundred years. In his heart, only anger and darkness revolve but meeting the forbidden fruit, she fills his heart with nothing but intense fury and burning desire. Every step closer to her invites the wrath of the moon goddess, Every step closer to him invites the wrath of the fire gods, but they can't control it especially when Vengeance turns into passion and Hate turns into love. A union that the gods, goddesses and those who they called family were against. Different lives collide, mysteries slowly reveal and the forbidden love blossoms into a beautiful flower with thorns. What happens when they defy gods, goddesses and the entire world to be together without caring to know about the serious consequences? Will they be brought to their knees by their enemies or would love prevail in the end? ****** This book is connected to MARRIED TO THE LAST ICE DRAGON but can be read as a standalone.

Mystic_Fantasy73 · Fantasia
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229 Chs

First objective

When Ophelia opened her eyes and saw that the bed was empty, she sat up and put her hand on her loudly churning stomach. She should've had dinner... But didn't Nikolai say he was going to bring dinner? She pursed her lips and squinted her eyes in discomfort.

She took a glance around, but neither Nikolai nor Pain were to be found. She sighed and got out of bed, but as she was about to walk to the bathing room, a quiet knock on the door echoed through the room, and she halted.

It couldn't be Nikolai or Rhaziel; they never knock. Ophelia approached the door with trepidation. She opened the door and bit her lower lip as she saw Sasha Novikov standing right in front of her, carrying a neatly folded black dress.

"What are you doing here?" Ophelia questioned, raising her brow.

"This is my castle, too," Sasha remarked as she slipped the clothing into Ophelia's hands. "Hurry up and get dressed." 

"Where is Nikolai?" Ophelia asked, grasping her dress tightly.