Arranged to marry the king of hell, Lycan Mikhail Lenovo, in exchange for her older brother's freedom. Would you accept such a fate and let everything you had worked hard for crumble before your eyes, or would you rebel? Those were the questions that stood as a force to reckon with for Rosanne when she was forced to get married to the most feared Lycan King of the Dark Moon pack. All hope of becoming an Alpha, a position she had trained for all her life, taken from her grasp and she had to accept her fate as a breeder. Locked and confined in a room like a prisoner, would hope arise from the ashes for Rosanne, or would she be forced to continue producing pups for the Lycan King?
View MoreMIKHAILThe thick, sharp scent of blood hit me even before the large doors were opened. My jaw clenched. Something was wrong, I could feel it in my gut, the feeling that something grave had happened. The doors burst open a second later. Derrick stumbled in, covered in mud and blood. One side of his shirt was torn, soaked in red. He was limping, and his hands were shaking like he’d seen a ghost.“King….king Mikhail..” he breathed, falling to one knee. “I—we—we found her.”My heart skipped a beat. “Rosanne?” I asked, taking a step forward.He nodded. “She was with them, a man—Axel—and two women who…looked looked identical.” He coughed out a mouth full of blood, his hands trembling. “They were well trained, we lost…lost our men, all of them.” I stared at him, trying to understand what the hell he was saying.“They didn’t try to run, Lycan king Mikhail,” Derrick added. “They fought hard, like they had nothing to lose. And Rosanne…”He looked up at me.“She changed. She wasn’t the same g
ROSANNE If someone had told me I'd be here, in the woods, walking through paths I'd never passed before, I would have denied it. As days passed in a blur, these three people—Anita, Axel and Yvonne—became my family. Each night, we'd all gather around and have a decent conversation, it was the only way we'd been able to survive. The little food Yvonne and I brought had been exhausted, the water as well. Right now, any chance at a lake was all we got. I almost forgot I'd been married to a Lycan King once in my whole life. Glancing at Axel from where I laid, my lips curled into a soft smile. I still found it hard to believe he and Anita were in love. Not just in love, they were deeply in love, and for them to hide such a relationship for months freaked the hell out of me. Darkness covered the thick, tall trees. The flickering flames casted dark shadows around, shadows that threatened to join the flames in the blazing dance and become one with it. You could almost feel the shadows—li
MIKHAILOver the last few days, my entire pack was a mess. Rosanne, my breeder, was gone—with my child in her womb. Apart from the fact that it was an abomination, it was driving me nuts, driving me insane. Each day, I'd step into her room to bathe in her scent, to inhale it, to pray to the moon goddess she'd return back to me, but each time my guards walk into my study to tell me they didn't find her, I'd crumble again. I wrecked my wedding. Irene became the saddest bride, and worse? I didn't give a damn about her tears, about her sadness. All I could think about was her—Rosanne. I made Irene sign the divorce papers because she made me lose something important—an heir to the throne. And the damn elders that tried to stop me, I made sure their lives were a living hell. I should have done that a long time ago, I should have stood against the elders, fought with them over the goddamned wedding. Now I regret ever taking those vows. My biggest mistakes ever. Heading towards the cou
ROSANNEI felt freedom. No, I tasted it. Seeing Anita with her signature smile plastered on her lips, my heart almost exploded from joy. I embraced her, letting my tears spill down my cheeks as I inhaled her scent. She is alive, breathing, and free. With my palm on both sides of her cheeks, I ran my fingers over the small scratch on her face, “Anita, I'm so sorry this happened to you.” I choked, my shoulders trembling as a sense of relief washed over me. Nothing could explain how happy and excited I felt at this moment. It felt like a large rock had been lifted from my chest, giving me the opportunity to breathe after an extremely long time. Then someone cleared his throat, a male, stepping out of the woods with a hood over his head. “You guys arrived on time.” It was Axel, the same pack warrior who always sparred with Landon. I wriggled my brows, trying to understand what was going on, and Axel's smile widened. “Rosanne.” His eyes trailed towards Anita, love swirling in his eyes
MIKHAIL “Lycan King Mikhail.”Staring at my reflection in the mirror, my Beta’s voice echoed behind me as he stepped into the room. His tone was calm, steady, but my head wasn’t. My chest ached in a way I couldn’t explain. I looked perfect in this black tuxedo, the silky material hugging my body like it was made for me. The handkerchief was neatly folded in the side pocket. My hair was pushed back, not a single strand out of place. But I didn’t feel perfect. I didn’t even feel human.“It's time,” he added softly.I didn’t turn. I didn’t blink. I just stared at my face like it didn’t belong to me. “Where's Rosanne?” I asked, trying to sound unaffected. Trying to sound like she didn’t matter. Like I wasn’t thinking about her more than the woman I was about to marry. Pathetic, right?My Beta walked up beside me, adjusting his own bow tie. “Lycan King Mikhail, you shouldn’t be thinking about your breeder right now.”He called her that again—breeder. I hate the word now. Hated how empty
ROSANNEAnita's death sucked the life out of me. It made me realize a shocking truth: Mikhail just wanted to own me, to make me his property, to have me at his beck and call. He wasn't ready to show love the way I wanted it, wasn't ready to accept my flaws, wasn't ready to protect the people I loved. He was only obsessed with enforcing his laws on everyone, hoping that we would follow his lead since he was the Lycan King. But today, I'd stand up to him. Today was the day I'd make a life threatening decision—the day I'd make my escape. Peeping from the window, my eyes trailed over the expensive and luxurious cars stacked right in front of Mikhail's mansion. The pack house was metres away, but I could see the large building from afar. I could tell people were trooping in and out. No one would want to miss the Lycan King's wedding. They wouldn't want to miss it for everything in the world. I inhaled a deep breath, clutching the small dagger in my hands, but a knock on the door mad
MIKHAILIn my whole life, I'd never felt so helpless and incapable. I wasn't one to easily feel pity, or take back my actions in a moment of desperation, but right after passing my judgement, I badly felt the urge to. Rosanne kept shaking her head as tears streamed down her cheeks. She tried to charge towards me, but some of my guards held her down. The scene was too hurtful for me to watch. Rosanne nearly went insane as Anita was dragged away. Trust me, passing that judgement on Anita wasn't easy, but I had to—to save Rosanne. The elders weren't going to rest until someone took the blame for Irene's missing gem. It was probably a ploy to get her out of the way, but Anita had to give her life down for Rosanne. Anita saved Rosanne's life with hers. After the whole meeting in the courtroom, I made my way towards Rosanne's room to check on her. Pushing the door open, I found her clutching a white pillow to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks as she kept shaking her head. As
ROSANNE I knew Mikhail cared about me in a way, I just didn't expect him to completely humiliate Irene because of me. He was pushing me into the light, couldn't he see that? Irene would find a way around this, blame me in the end, and the maids would only whisper on how I'd manipulated the Lycan king. I was grateful to him for saving my life, yes, but doing this in a grand way was like putting me at gun point. Right now, Irene couldn't answer Mikhail's last question. She was completely embarrassed, her cheeks red as her hands grazed the sides of her dress. She finally raised her head, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Are you accusing your soon to be Luna for her? You think I'd frame something so worthless?“ “The…the Luna is right.“ An elder pointed out, his voice laced with a hint of fear—perhaps from speaking against Mikhail. “The video might have been tampered with. Your breeder must have edited the footage or something.“ Irene smirked. They weren't ready to listen if I
MIKHAIL“Do you understand the gravity of what you're doing, Irene?“ “If you think I'm lying to your breeder, I have a witness, and she's right here.“ Irene spat, opening the door to allow a maid in. Irene pointed at her. “She said she saw Rosanne sneaking into my room to steal the jewellery. Your breeder deserves to be punished.“ I pinched the bridge of my nose. The wedding—our wedding—was tomorrow, and all Irene could think about was making Rosanne a thief? Why on earth would Rosanne steal some gem when I already gave her the whole world? I leaned my back against a large chair, tapping my fingers on the desk before me. “Rosanne has no reason to steal.“ An elder cleared his throat. He bowed slowly, pinning me with his gaze. “I'm afraid you can't judge your breeder based on the time you've spent with her, My king.“ My brows shot up. “Are you trying to say I'm incapable of understanding someone?“ I sat upright, my lips curling into a small smirk, “you must think you have the right
ROSANNE'S POVDreams, they say, are messages from the subconscious mind, while nightmares are said to be warnings from the subconscious. I'd never had a nightmare, not even for a second, that my life would be ruined as soon as I turned twenty-one years old.At twenty-one, I should probably have been enjoying my youthful days in college with my mate, but here I was, standing in front of a dressing mirror, wearing a white wedding gown. The gown clung to my body, accentuating every curve.It was a masterpiece, a work of art designed to make me look like a queen.But I didn't feel like royalty.Who would feel like royalty when they are being sold off to the most powerful Lycan King of all time, not only as a wife but also as a breeder – a machine that produces pups? I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand.My mind wandered back to the events that led me to this moment. Axel, my older brother, had been arrested and thrown into prison for a crime I had only just discovered. Th...
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