Lycan and His Lover

ruggles to be free but it is almost impossible to move. Roseanne’s amber ey

of the men is saying. “She’

the slap echoes throughout the dark room where she is kept. Her captor hit

he royal family. Cruel and sadistic, Roseanne is his favorite toy to torment. For the past eight years, h

sold off to these men who are goin

gnize the milk of

ars one of the men exclaim. “And that body

her hands were not tied, she coul

If they find out about her abilities, they will

not let the

n snaps. “She’s a virgin! Do you know

Vissarion royal family. He sells slaves and girls to the Emperor, adding more women to his harem of courtesans.

one can save her from their clutches

please! Help

odor says to his partner. “Tonight’s event

t?” the man na

ia,” Pyodor revealed. “Looks like someon

ink it’s the

he Slor

e in his way.Unlike the kingdom of Ezealyra which is filled with green pastures and beautiful landscapes, Sloria is co

s ever seen him nor the people of Sloria. In fact, the region is so

ome? She wonders

ng followed by the sound of the door

. She can sense that she is alone in the room. Even without the blindfold, she kn

by but the pain of losing him is still fresh. He was her confidante, the only friend who understood her.

ie!” he had told her. “We will

mates!” Roseanne squeaked. “What i

are mates!

in her heart growing by the second. He promised her that she would be his mate. But

o me...Alexe

the sky, illuminating the stone roads which are surrounded by gothic style slated

ld paint, attached to the mahogany vehicle which is being driven by an old driver. He drives the horses with ease, passing by the homogeneous houses wh

n a fine long coat which perfectly complements his sculpted structure. The man’s gaze is on a large silver locket. H

sence. There is a mischievous charm to him which attracts others. His sharp features amplify his raw

raightening a cane he is holding, he pat

ops. The driver climbs down an

s out of the carriage. He is of a large build and even taller than average

Without a word, he enters the tavern where a guard tries to stop him.

my lord!” he squea

ze, the guard understood that this was the Duke of Sl

artender nods at him as he passes by but the Duke pays no heed to him. He heads straight towards a

ena where hundreds of patrons are seated. They were of all ages. Some are alphas of highly important packs while others are

stresses for themselves. Most of their mates are helpless and endure the pain of betrayal in silence. The

law of the M

. His prey today is Pyodor, the infamous slave trader.

There is a rumor that a rare blonde haired virgin is on sale today. Ivan, the fool of a Crown Pr

As he is about to open the pocket watch,

eeth exclaims. “Tonight, we have all gathe

wer, hiding his presence. The Duke is the strongest person in the room

you the exqui

hit him, enticing his senses. His wolf Deskov sniffs the air longingly,

s what

” he w

adimovna!” The