to reality. Her captors pull her along and despite the blindfold, she can feel light

nd struggles to regain her vision. Blinking

gazes are trying to disrobe her and she holds her breath in fear. Never did sh

put on at the Royal Household. It is not revealing but the fabric is thin. She heard many rumors

ening. She lowers her head, crying hard but Pyodor appears o

ares to the guests. “Don’t you think this

under the lights. They are lusting after her small, delicate frame which they can easily crush under their weight. Her f

oused thei

dding at ten million

is a large man in his sixties with a s

are on her and he is licking his lips. The man is

ty mi

or

ty-f

is scared but there is strong defiance in her. The Duke can feel their connection and he knows that

as the man steps forward. His long dark hair is tied with a band and his dark tobacco-stained lips curl into a smile. He

t is Sir Stefan Vronsky, the b

an is not only a natural-born warrior but he is one of the

Pyodor gasps. “An

dismay. No one will go against this m

odor counts. “Sixty million go

red milli

rt is in agony, the anguish of losing her

s about to draw his sword when the man takes off his hat. The

e Duke has

front of him. The Duke ignores him

was auctioning the girl o

o hundred million going twice! Two

tered and now, she is going to become the slave

er again. That sc

ys still, trying to think. It is a seductive scent

to speak but slowly raises her head only to meet

es. A

rin. It is not full of love but rather a

sure that she knows all the Lycans

This is impossible. Sh

te. No! I am in love with Al

up and turns

like to take my mate home,” he de

Stefan stares at the Duke who does not even give him a second glance. Instead, h

,” he whispers in her

wn her spine. Something is

cks out, overwhelmed by the ordeal. The Duke ca

s wildest imagination did he think that he would run

except for him, R

ins. “About that two h

ke nods. “Send t

He lays Roseanne tenderly on the ground as if she is as fragile as

do first. The Duke then turns

r is afraid of the man. This is the great Duke of Sloria. There is no doubt abou

s, pointing at Pyodor's che

underst

ain as the Duke grabs his beating heart, squeezing it. Blood oozes out of Pyodor’s chest and he gurgles as he

aining the Duke’s clothes and skin. But he

!” he

iver comes out

of the guards?” h

red to, my lord,” Ez

ders. “And tell one of the female fighters to ca

es off his bloodied coat and wraps it around Rosea

is better this way. He can gaz

he whispers in her