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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.

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Celestia's loss?

Awakening while still in his arms, Ophelia smiled as she lifted her head to meet Nikolai's eyes, which were tenderly riveted on her. His crimson eyes gleamed and glittered like a tempest that had subsided after emitting lightning bolts. His eyes always appeared to have a mind of their own, which always struck her as unusual. They exposed how twisted and dangerous he was. "Good morning. "

Nikolai greeted her softly, "Good morning, darling," his lips forming a cunning grin. "Tonight is our wedding night—er, I mean wedding."

He corrected himself, and Ophelia chuckled at how agitated he appeared. "You're only contemplating that?"

"I am." With a gentle kiss on her forehead, Nikolai cooed.

Ophelia slid her eyes shut. "I want to eat." then opened them as she felt him release her.

"Take your bath, we'll share breakfast." Running his fingers through his already untidy hair, Nikolai mumbled.