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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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Shocking Behavior

Josephine is pacing back and forth at the forest bordering between Ezealyra and Sloria. Her heart is palpitating as she waits for news from her trusted servant whom she has sent after Roseanne to lure into a trap.

The bushes nearby move and a small black wolf appears. The wolf shifts back to the omega who had lured Roseanne to the trap.

“What happened?” Josephine demands. “Is she dead?”

“No, My Lady!” The omega ruefully reveals. “I had taken her to the hill like you said and the Alpha had attacked her. He cornered her and I ran away from there. But as I was running away, I heard a loud scream. It was unlike anything I have ever heard.”

“What the hell do you mean?”

“It was like a Siren’s Song! A poetic yet powerful cry which resonated all throughout the area. Every wolf in the vicinity heard it in their heads and they rushed to save the Duchess. I turned back and followed the pack where I saw…I saw…”