Draco let his brother cry. He watched him wail and his heart aches at the sight of his brother. If Finn hadn't saved Fiona. Draco would've been in Dexter's place. Walking over to him Draco crouched down before touching his shoulder. Dexter jerked his hand away crying silently. "Come here," Draco said, trying to hold him again but Dexter pushed him. "Get away from me!" Dexter growled, landing a solid punch at Draco making him fall back. He tutted his tongue, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. Dexter glowered at him and moved closer to the coffin touching the glass as his tears fell on the glass. "You said you'll marry me. How could you do this to me, Clarke?" Dexter said in a small voice. His voice was coming out shaky as his vision was all blurry. "Why? I loved you so much yet you couldn't give up on my brother? I gave up the throne for you Clarke. I could've brought the world to your feet," Dexter sobbed. Draco grabbed his head before pulling it to his shoulder. Dexte

Seven days had passed and there was no news on Draco. Fiona was anxious and on edge all the time. She continued to pray for his safety. She couldn’t contact him because he took nothing with him which could track him down. Draco has gone alone. He didn't take Ezra or any guards with him. She knew he left everyone behind for her safety but what about him? Fiona was worried. Former king Arthur met her yesterday in the library. It was a quick meeting where he asked about her health. He even paid more attention to Finlay looking at the toddler with love which made her wonder if he knew the truth. Fiona didn't want Dexter to ever know Finlay was his child. What if he would take Finn away from her? She won't be able to live without Finn. Tonight was the red moon. She wanted to be with him tonight. She was hoping he would be back safely because she was planning to let him mark her tonight.Fiona sighed, rubbing her arms, trying her best not to dive into overthinking. She changed her atti

She quietly straightened up, raising her arms in the air. "Drop the gun!" The man roared. At least eight guns were pointed at them and she was sure they were loaded with silver bullets. Fiona dropped the gun and the aim of their guns shifted to Ezra. "Drop the f*cking gun or we'll shoot her," The guy growled. Ezra's jaw twitched but he said nothing. He tossed the gun away before raising his arms as well. His eyes glided over to the human girl who works as a maid. "She's the queen?" The guy asked the maid who nodded her head. So the mole was a human all along. Ezra felt like strangling the bitch to death but he refrained. "Kick it over here," The guy said pointing at the gun. Fiona did as told. She kicked the gun as it slid over to them. "Turn around and kneel. Keep your hands at your back," He rumbled. Ezra has no intention of doing as he was told but if he doesn't listen they'll hurt Fiona. Both of them did as told. Those men trekked over to them and put handcuffs on them. Ezra

"Draco, he...he tried to. Pedro said all the men mark me... Have their way with me... Pedro, Curtis, Brian he..." She told him in her hazy state while clutching his collar for her dear life. The men parted ways as Adrian barged in. His expression was sullen as anger consumed him seeing her state. "Take her to my room. Get a doctor, and tell the maids to look after her. And Finn?" "He's with Kolton in the secret room. I'll get them out," Adrian said. "Are they all dead?" Draco asked, referring to all the men that king Curtis brought with him to fight. "Yes, the warriors had killed them all. Only the remaining ones are here in the hall," Adrian informed. "Good, now leave," He said curtly. Adrian carried Fiona away from there. Draco's face morphed into a menace as he slowly turned around walking back inside. "Close the door, no one is leaving alive from here tonight," He growled in raw fury. Curtis was beside his son who was screaming in agony. Jacob casually walked to the cor

Fiona tried to move but something restrained her movements. She groggily opened her eyes before they flew open wide. Peering down she found a heavy arm draped over her waist. Fiona glanced to her side. Draco was sleeping soundly while holding her close to his chest. Fiona moved a little; wincing when her head grazed over the pillow. She noticed that gauze was wrapped around her forehead, also her cheek was throbbing but the tingles that erupted on her neck were the most intense. She lightly grazed the protruding skin on her neck feeling his mark. It feels like an illusion. She had read it in their history books where centuries ago a lycan was mated to a human. It was the time when they hadn't shown themselves to humans and lived in hiding. Unfortunately, that human mate was killed just because she was human. After that whoever had a human mate felt insulted so eventually as time passed, no one was ever mated to a human again until now. Fiona was an overthinker, she could've t