“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

“It’s done!” Iriana declares. She healed Roseanne’s nose within minutes using her homemade miracle potion which is perfect for all kinds of injuries. Roseanne touches her nose, feeling awed. 


“Of course I did! That’s my job!” 


Roseanne winces a little. Even if Iriana is skilled, her mouth is sharper than a knife. 


“Do you know when Dmitri is coming back?” Roseanne asks. 


“Why? Will you finally take my advice and bed him?” Iriana shoots back. 


“Then why bother about where he is?” 


Iriana rolls her eyes and gathers her things. “Drink the potion after an hour and go to sleep,” she instructs. “By morning, your injury will be fully healed and you can return to training.” 


She turns around and leaves without another word. Roseanne sighs loudly and lays on the bed, thinking hard. 


Forced Mark