“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

“What the hell is all this?” Aryan frowns at the strange sight in front of him. He is in the front yard of the palace with Dmitri, Timur and Leo. Except for Dmitri, everyone else looks as confused as Aryan. 


Overnight, around a hundred pigeons have been delivered to their palace. The pigeons are all white and are currently locked in cages. They are fluttering around in the large cages, looking innocent and pure. However, the stenches of stool and feathers are lingering in the air which makes the people around the cages cringe. Only Dmitri is smiling as he opens the cage to pet them. One of the pigeons flew to his outstretched hand, cooing. 


“They are looking fine!” Dmitri compliments the pigeon seller. 


“Imported from the place you have ordered from,” the seller says in a humble tone. “We have been rearing them for years and are very obedient. They can fly up to miles but return home at dusk.” 


“Very good,” Dmitri says. “These birds will be happy here.” 


Dmitri's Strike (1)