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 to buy her off. Dreading her impending fate, she is bought by the mysterious Duke of Sloria, Dmitri Daskov who is one of the most dangerous Lycan ruler in the continent. 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. Everything changes when Roseanne and Dmitri find themselves to be each other's mates. 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 drown in his darkness?
"AGH!" Roseanne groans in pain. Her hands and feet are tied tightly. She struggles to be free but it is almost impossible to move. Roseanne's amber eyes are covered by a dark cloth and she can hear the gleeful voice of a man.
"This one's a beauty!" one of the men is saying. "She's gonna bring us a fortune!"
"Let me go!" she demands but someone slaps her across the face. The sound of the slap echoes throughout the dark room where she is kept. Her captor hit her with such force that she can feel drops of blood flowing down her cheek.
Roseanne curses the Crown Prince. Ivan Vissarion is a vicious man who made Roseanne's life miserable at the royal family. Cruel and sadistic, Roseanne is his favorite toy to torment. For the past eight years, he tried to harass her or worse but thanks to her abilities, she managed to find out about his evil plans.
But that night, she was drugged and sold off to these men who are going to put her up for a slave auction.
How did I not recognize the milk of poppy? She wonders.
"She's got bright golden hair too!" She hears one of the men exclaim. "And that body...ugh! I wanna have a taste of her myself."
Roseanne is on the defensive. If her hands were not tied, she could have escaped using her powers.
But she has hidden her powers from the Lycans. If they find out about her abilities, they will do everything they can to take over her powers.
And she cannot let them succeed.
"Don't be silly, Pyodor!" the other man snaps. "She's a virgin! Do you know how much a virgin human girl will sell?
Pyodor? I know that name! She realizes. Pyodor Berezin is an infamous slave trader who has connections with the Vissarion royal family. He sells slaves and girls to the Emperor, adding more women to his harem of courtesans. Everyday, the human girls are tortured by the murderous Lycan and Roseanne has seen the horrors they go through.
Ivan now sold her to these people. No one can save her from their clutches and she cannot risk using her powers.
Moon Goddess, please! Help me! She begs.
"Let's prepare for the auction, Costa," Pyodor says to his partner. "Tonight's event is special. I hear that a VIP is coming!"
"VIP? Who is it?" the man named Costa asks.
"I don't know but I got a card from Sloria," Pyodor revealed. "Looks like someone important is going to grace our event."
"You don't think it's the Duke himself?"
Duke? The Slorian Duke?
Roseanne is now panicking. They say that the Duke of Sloria is a heartless monster who will not hesitate to kill anyone in his way.Unlike the kingdom of Ezealyra which is filled with green pastures and beautiful landscapes, Sloria is completely covered with snow. No one can enter it without the permission of the Duke and he will not let anyone enter it.
The Duke of Sloria is the de facto leader of the land but no one has ever seen him nor the people of Sloria. In fact, the region is so secretive and dangerous to cross, people believe that it is a myth.
Is he going to come? She wonders. I must escape!
She hears the two men's feet shuffling followed by the sound of the door shutting behind them. They are gone.
Roseanne tries her best to free herself but the poppy concoction has weakened her. She can sense that she is alone in the room. Even without the blindfold, she knows that the room was dark. Her limbs are paralyzed and she is unable to be freed.
"Alexei..." she whispers in despair. Her heart is bleeding for her childhood friend. Many years have passed by but the pain of losing him is still fresh. He was her confidante, the only friend who understood her. He knew her secrets and she knew his. They were supposed to be together. It was a promise they had made.
"I will always protect you, Rosie!" he had told her. "We will be mates one day. You will see."
"But the Moon Goddess chooses the mates!" Roseanne squeaked. "What if we are not mates, Prince Alexei?"
"I know we are mates! You'll see!"
Mates...Roseanne is lying on the hard ground. Her tears are falling nonstop, the pain in her heart growing by the second. He promised her that she would be his mate. But that promise was shattered in one night when the previous Royal Family was killed off.
"Come back to me...Alexei..." she sobs.
...
The streets are shrouded with a deafening silence. A bright full moon is shining in the sky, illuminating the stone roads which are surrounded by gothic style slated houses, crammed together. A deep fog has settled on the Capital, clouding the vision.
From a distance, the sounds of horses' hooves broke the uneasy peace of the Capital. Amidst the mist, a carriage appears. The wheels are coated with gold 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 where werewolves are resting. There is no one else on the street except for a few omegas and humans who are trying to find a place to sleep for the night.
Inside the passenger box is a well dressed man. His ebony hair is covered with a gentleman's hat and he is dressed in a fine long coat which perfectly complements his sculpted structure. The man's gaze is on a large silver locket. He stares at it, his heart cold and numb by the picture he hides in it, his eyes hidden behind the shadow of the hat.
The man is in his mid twenties but he carries an aura of authority which eclipses everyone else's presence. There is a mischievous charm to him which attracts others. His sharp features amplify his raw magnetism, drawing all attention to him. He closes the locket and neatly puts it back into his pocket.
His manners are polished and elegant. Straightening a cane he is holding, he patiently waits to arrive at his destination.
After a while, the carriage stops. The driver climbs down and opens the door for his master.
"We are here, Duke," the driver informs him. The Duke nods and slowly climbs out of the carriage. He is of a large build and even taller than average werewolves. In fact, he is of the Lycan race, the most superior one of all.
They are at a cheap looking tavern which leads to an underground arena. Without a word, he enters the tavern where a guard tries to stop him. But the Duke flashes in a cold glare which makes the guard gulp in fear.
"F-Forgive m-me , my lord!" he squeaks. "You can enter!"
Something about the man scared the guard. With one gaze, the guard understood that this was the Duke of Sloria, one of the most dangerous men in the continent.
The Duke simply enters the tavern. It is an old, shabby place made of a few bricks and stones. A bartender nods at him as he passes by but the Duke pays no heed to him. He heads straight towards a small wall and searches for a particular brick. He finally finds a loose red brick and presses it.
The wall jerks open on its own, revealing a secret staircase. The Duke climbs down the staircase until he reaches a large arena where hundreds of patrons are seated. They were of all ages. Some are alphas of highly important packs while others are from the nobility who are looking for new flesh. The men hold important ranks and the Duke knows that some of them have mates.
But when it comes to carnal desires, these men will stoop low enough to torment their mates and take up mistresses for themselves. Most of their mates are helpless and endure the pain of betrayal in silence. The physical pain and mental anguish they suffer is inexplicable but it is better to be tortured than rejected.
Such is the law of the Moon Goddess.
He stands in the middle of the crowd, silently waiting. His prey today is Pyodor, the infamous slave trader. There is a debt the scum has to settle with the Duke.
The Duke taps his foot, feeling impatient. He is not the only one; the crowd is also impatient. There is a rumor that a rare blonde haired virgin is on sale today. Ivan, the fool of a Crown Prince, has sold her off for ten million creds and the Duke is highly interested to see this girl.
He takes out his watch to check the time. As he is about to open the pocket watch, a host comes on the stage to greet them.
"Gentlemen!" the chubby host with rotten teeth exclaims. "Tonight, we have all gathered to see the auction of a rare beauty!"
The men around the Duke cheer at those words. He only pulls his hat lower, hiding his presence. The Duke is the strongest person in the room but he is hiding his presence. Power should be shown only when needed.
"Presenting to you the exquisite virgin.."
Suddenly, the world freezes for the Duke. A strong scent of sweet apples hit him, enticing his senses. His wolf Deskov sniffs the air longingly, howling inside him. The aroma is seductive, lulling the Duke towards it.
He knows what it is.
"Mate," he whispers.
"...Roseanne Vadimovna!" The host finishes.
Jessica Marshall is the youngest detective in her precinct who had her heart broken by the only guy she has ever been with. Cheated on by her ex-boyfriend, she buries herself in her work until one night, she decides to stop feeling sorry for herself and have fun. At the club, she meets a mysterious stranger with a sweet scent which drives her crazy with desire. A passionate night ensues and Jessica lets herself be taken by the stranger. Kai Vronsky is the Lycan King. Ruler of all werewolves, he lives with his pack in plain sight, hiding from humans. But when his fated mate turns out to be a feisty human, he pledges to make her his. When Jessica starts to notice changes in her body after the wild night with Kai and she starts to suspect her one-night stand is sinister and deadly. Things become more complicated when a series of murders take place in the city and the clues point at Kai’s involvement in them. Will Jessica trust Kai and become his Luna? Will his pack accept a human as their Luna? Or will the enemies lurking in the dark destroy their relationship for once and for all?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Married for four years, Emily remained childless. A hospital diagnosis plunged her life into hell. Unable to conceive? But her husband was rarely home during these four years, so how could she get pregnant? Emily and her billionaire husband were in a contractual marriage; she had hoped to win his love through effort. However, when her husband appeared with a pregnant woman, she despaired. After being kicked out, homeless Emily was taken in by a mysterious billionaire. Who was he? How did he know Emily? More importantly, Emily was pregnant.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... “Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…” Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...