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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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Secret room

Ophelia got ready for the night ahead. She was astounded to discover a huge closet full of ostentatious gowns and jewelry that were all for her. The space had been carefully designed by Nikolai to accommodate a married couple. She blushed uncontrollably.

Nikolai was nowhere to be found when she made her way back into the bedroom. She had a strong feeling that something wasn't right.

She took a deep breath and moved cautiously in the direction of the door, but as soon as she grabbed the handle, a sudden flash of pain and a foggy image sent her staggering backwards and away from the door.

"What in the world was that?" As the agony increased, she grimaced and rubbed her forehead. 

When the picture reappeared, it was more vivid this time. A memory?