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77. Unbound

Penulis: Lady Persephone
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-30 01:17:19
Loriah’s PoV

Sister Nora had me bathe in aromatic oils before painting ancient runes across my skin — on my arms, shoulders, and forehead. The scent of herbs and sandalwood filled the air, soothing and sacred. Still, my mind was a storm of thoughts.

I could feel my father’s gaze on me even before I left the room earlier. He wanted to speak to me — I could sense it — but fear held him back. Maybe he was afraid I’d reject him.

When I passed through the living room, my mother was with him. She sat close, their bodies touching, her hand resting over his heart. She filled his space so naturally — with tenderness and certainty.

Draco and I were like that, too. Little by little, he had dismantled all my walls, replacing my doubts with something unshakable — love.

Earlier, Leon mentioned that Marla’s lawyer had contacted him, demanding a larger settlement. Draco didn’t hesitate; he agreed, even though it meant giving her more shares. He only said one thing afterward — that every pen
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Lady Persephone
I will update more often. Thanks for reading.
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Maricar
...... love this more chapter pls
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Derena Marie
does this have a regular update schedule?
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  • Alpha’s Little Plaything    92. The Ceremony

    Loriah’s PoV “There. You look stunning, sweetie.” My mom beamed as she settled the small tiara on my head—the one Luna Vanessa had insisted I wear. “You will step up as the new Luna of this pack, Loriah,” Luna Vanessa said proudly. “This tiara was worn by me, and by the Luna before me, in our ceremonies.” My throat tightened. “Thank you, Luna Vanessa.” “Marla never wore it,” Luna Vanessa continued softly. “She didn’t have a Luna ceremony. Draco’s wolf refused to swear himself to her. At the time, Draco was almost a shell of himself after you left. That’s what finally broke him enough to accept the marriage—but even then, his only condition was that Marla would not be named Luna.” Her voice wavered, guilt flickering in her eyes. “Alpha Roman and her have apologized to him—and to me—more times than I can count. “It’s all in the past,” I murmured, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Later, after Luna Vanessa left to join the others, my father came to escort me to the ceremony.

  • Alpha’s Little Plaything    91. The Countdown Begins

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