Draco dodged his punch and grabbed it. And then he slapped Dexter again right across the face. Maybe it won't be painful but it was so humiliating for him. Draco didn't stop there. He punched Dexter hard, not letting go of his fisted hand. Draco kept on punching him and then pulling him up before punching him again with sheer force almost dislocating his jaw as Dexter was sprawled on the floor with Draco hovering over him throwing punches after punches. Dexter's whole face was bruised black and blue with blood oozing at different cuts but Draco was doused in sheer wrath. The only thing he could see was Fiona's clawed face which made him go deaf to groans and cries of pain. It was the former king Arthur who pushed Draco away from barely conscious Dexter. Clarke was still screwing in a state of shock while gaping at her disfigured hands. Draco marched over to her. Grabbing her left hand, he twisted it one more time before amputating her hand with a jerk. Blood spurts out falling on

The door creaked open as Adrian stepped inside. He glanced at Draco for affirmation. A small nod from his side had Adrian ordering the witches to come inside. There were three of them. Draco has known one of them before. When his father got sick she cured him with her potions. Draco has high hopes for them. "My Lord," The three of them bowed slightly while whispering. "This is my wife here. I want you to cure her and that toddler," Draco said stoically. His cold voice and icy gaze gave nothing away except for the unexplainable fear that rattled their hearts. The whole room was tense with his icy aura surrounding them. It was intimidating and scary. The three of them scurried over to Fiona and the kid as they examined their wounds while Adrian stood in the corner with his head bowed down in respect. The seconds ticked by as Draco sat there holding his breath. His heart was beating fast at an abnormal pace. Once they were done, they had troubled expressions on their faces. "My Lo

Draco was in the restroom showering. He didn't know for how long he stood under the shower as millions of thoughts raked through his head and all he felt was numbness. Never in his life had he thought that he would regret something or want something this badly. Why does he have this haunting feeling that life was escaping from his fingertips and he could do nothing to stop it? How did he end up like this? He considered himself calm, cold, and an extreme follower of his own rules then how come he ended up loving the very being he hates? Draco developed immense hatred for humans after they killed his mother when the first war broke out in which werewolves took over the world and it was ruled by the most powerful lycans.After that his hatred for humans knew no bounds, the same was the case with Dexter but for their father was the complete opposite. He was shattered, and heartbroken but eventually ended up believing in equality. He didn't express his wishes clearly but both of his son

Draco still hasn't changed into clothes. He sat on the couch only in his towel as Arthur, Adrian, and Gena surrounded them. They were so glad that both of them woke up and were fine. Adrian was the only one who knew that the witches failed to save Fiona and now as she sat there fully recovered thankfully, everyone in the mansion was happy that she was alive, also the toddler. They think the witches healed her but Adrian knew it wasn't true. Which only made him come to one solution. As Ezra said, Finlay has powers. "I brought the best soups of our chefs. You can choose any from these eleven and also four different porridges are on their way," Adrian babbled. He was so happy when Draco's mind linked him and informed him that Fiona and Finlay had woken up. Adrian got everything prepared. He even spilled a couple of tears in the storage room away from everyone's sight. He may not show it but he loves both of them. They were the only source of light in this mansion. They weren't leaving

“Fina Mhmm chocoate ice cwream," The kid babbled in his sleep as he changed his sleeping position. Fiona was still frozen like a statue gaping at Draco with big wide eyes as Draco let out a deep low chortle and the sound of it made her stomach all fuzzy. With his fingers resting on his lips as he smiled, the man tilted his head to glance at her and she looked so adorable. All of a sudden the smile was wiped off his face as he stared at the scar. She noticed him looking at her scar, her heart dropped and she lowered her head letting her hair curtain her face and the next thing she tried to get off his lap but he didn't let her. Instead, he grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her closer. Her eyes snapped up to him as he kissed her scared temple, her eyebrow, and then her closed eyelid. "Don't hide from me, Fiona. No matter what." He rasped pulling back as he gently rubbed his thumb over her scar. "You were, you are and you'll always be the most beautiful woman in my eyes; sc