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79. Reminiscing

Author: Lady Persephone
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-03 02:29:48
Loriah’s POV

After my father left, Draco followed soon after, leaving the house with tight security. Everyone else had gone earlier, so it was just my mother and me now — finally alone, with time to bond.

“Luna Layla, I…” I began, but she reached for my hands, her eyes soft and pleading.

“Please, call me Mom,” she whispered. “I always dreamed of hearing you say that. Every morning I’d wake and hope it was real — but it never was. Just another nightmare without you.” Her voice broke on the last words.

“Mom,” I said. It came out naturally, from somewhere deep inside me.

A tear slipped down her cheek, and she brushed it away quickly, but I caught her hand and cupped her face, my thumb tracing her skin.

“I always wondered what my mom would look like,” I murmured. “I wondered if she loved me. I’m so glad it’s you.”

She pulled me into her arms, and we stayed that way, clinging to each other as if time itself had stopped.

Later, we sat in the living room, and she showed me bab
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    Draco’s PoV The rush of power between us as our hands joined was utterly overwhelming. It coursed through my veins like wildfire, grounding me and lifting me all at once. My wolf surged forward, pride swelling in my chest until it was almost unbearable. This—this—was what we had waited for. There was nothing in this world, no victory, no conquest, that could compare to the vast, infinite emotion of being bound to my true mate. To my Luna. To the other half of my soul. As I danced with her in my arms, I felt complete at last, I was finally whole. Loriah’s arms slid around my neck, her touch instinctive—natural, as though she had always belonged there. I lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to the delicate skin of her forearm, breathing her in. The faintest blush bloomed across her cheeks, and my wolf purred in deep satisfaction. Under the glow of the lights, the soft red of her hair burned almost orange, catching fire with every small movement she made. She was breathtaking—e

  • 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

    Marla’s PoV “How did I end up with a useless daughter like you?” My father snarled, slamming his fist into the wall so hard cracks split through the paint. I didn’t flinch, but my jaw tightened. “Watch your mouth, Richard,” My mother snapped back. “It’s not my daughter’s fault your plans didn’t unfold the way you wanted. She secured billions from Draco, as well as shares from Aria Nova and Thorne Records. What more do you want?!” She sat on the couch, swirling her wine with irritation, clearly exhausted by his constant rage. “I want everything Magnus owns,” Richard hissed. Of course he did. “Including her, right?” Mom scoffed. “You never got over being paired with a Beta’s daughter as your mate. You always wanted an Alpha’s daughter—especially if she happened to be your brother’s woman.” “Shut up, Becca!” For once, Richard actually faltered, eyes flashing with something ugly and exposed. “What we should do,” she continued tightly, “is leave the country while we ca

  • Alpha’s Little Plaything    90. Never Again

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  • Alpha’s Little Plaything    88. The Enemy's Plans

    Draco’s PoV “Draco, that’s enough.” Marcus’s icy ultimatum cracked through the dark warehouse, echoing off the concrete walls. “You’re going to kill him before he confesses who sent him,” Marcus added, stepping forward, jaw tight, eyes hard. I didn’t even look back. My wolf was on the edge—dangerously close to taking over—as I held the beaten intruder by the collar. Blood was splattered everywhere. Je was already unrecognizable. “I’ll make him talk one way or another,” I snarled. "Who are you working with?!" I roared as I punched him again. The bastard only laughed despite spitting blood. A deeper, dangerous growl filled the space. "I'll do it!" Alpha Magnus. He shed his jacket with controlled fury, tossing it aside. The crisp white shirt beneath strained against his shoulders as he rolled up his sleeves slowly, deliberately— He was out for blood too. I could feel his raging aura. His pup was once again threatened. “Step aside,” Magnus said, voice low and lethal.

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