“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?

Lycan and His Lover

His words echo in her ears, making her mind fuzzy. She is not sure how to address this secret which she had kept to herself for so many years. Now that it is out in the open, she is confused and scared. 


Dmitri is still playing with her fingers. She wants to pull her hand away but for some reason her heart is at odds with her head and her body is following her heart. His touch keeps her frozen to her spot, letting him playfully touch her to his heart’s desire. It is a dangerous desire. 


“I am still waiting for an answer,” he reminds her. 


Roseanne is still hesitant to speak. Dmitri notices her reluctance and grasps her palm firmly. 


“In Sloria, we do not discriminate, Rosie,” he reminds her. “Whoever you are, whatever you are, as long as you want to live, you can stay here without any fear. This is the place where you will get help. I know how to help you but I have to listen to your story first. Tell me, Roseanne. Are you a witch?” 


A Place to Cry