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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?

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Dmitri's Strike (8)

“AGHHHHH!” Venus’ screams echo the whole palace. She somehow made it back to Ezealyra because she had kept some of her men on standby on the outskirts of Hapsberg. As soon as they heard her screams, they rushed to help their Empress only to find her in an abysmal state. The soldiers raced at top speed, reaching the city of Ezealyra within hours and took her straight to the castle for treatment.

She is now lying on her bed, half burnt and screaming in pain. The blisters on her skin are burning her, creating hissing noises as the healer tries to fix them. But no matter what the healer does, the burns are not going.

“DO SOMETHING!” Venus shrieks. “HEAL ME!”

“I am trying!” The healer exclaims. “But the medicines are not working! The burns are too severe to be healed. Not even a Lycan can heal these with their abilities-”

Venus glares at the healer with rage and hatred. The healer realizes his folly and squirms under her gaze.

“I am sorry, Your Highness!” he begs. “I did-”