All Chapters of Till Death Do Us Apart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[Happy Birthday cutie pie!] Raven smiles at her mom’s text.[Thanks Mom! Have my flowers arrived?] she replies, staring at the half heart tattoo on the back of her hand.The other half is in Draco’s hand, so whenever they hold hands, it makes a full heart.Draco Aslan is her mate, and the most perfect man in this world. In this life full of darkness and sorrow, he is her light and joy, everything and the only thing that makes her happy.They’ve known each other since they were six, even back then she knew she would be his Luna, not because she understood what “Alpha heir” meant, but because she knew he was THE prince of her life. “Don’t even think about it.”The sound of Claire’s voice brings her attention back to the laboratory. Claire is one of her course mates. Class ended a while ago but Claire and her clique like to hang back and gossip. They have tea about everyone on campus and this is where they heartily share it.They don’t mind that she hears, because to them, she doesn't

“Raven?” Professor McCall holds the chemical container Raven’s about to open against her hand, giving her a shocked and scrutinous look.Professor McCall is her Patron to the experiments she is carrying out with wolfsbane, to find a way to make a vaccine that would make werewolves immune to its effects. Without his support and resources, she wouldn’t have been able to accomplish half of what she has with her project.“You of all people should know better than to add aconitine to the solution at this temperature, it’ll blow up in your face,” he frowns, putting down the container and turning down the knob of the Bunsen burner.“I’m sorry sir,” Raven replies, her voice sullen, feeling ashamed. It’s a routine procedure to set up the experiment, something she’s done like a thousand times and somehow she still managed to botch it.It’s unlike her but she’s been out of it lately and it’s only getting worse. Ever since she learnt of the remembrance ceremony of Draco, she’s been struggling wit

“No wait!” Raven’s hand slips from Mouse’s hold, pain, confusion and disbelief sacking her hard. The man in front of her is Draco, the same man who she was once his jewel but now he’s treating her like trash, like he doesn’t care, like he doesn’t know her.There’s no way she’s leaving without getting an answer. Not a day has passed since his supposed death that she hasn’t lived in grief. Many mornings where she found it difficult to get up from her bed, many more nights that she cried herself to sleep dressed in his oversized clothes just to feel close to him.So many times she contemplated ending her own life for a chance to be with him as life was suddenly no longer worth living. Her obsession with creating a vaccine to prevent werewolves from ever getting harmed by wolfsbane, leading to many sleepless nights is all because of him, because she wanted his death to mean something and here he is, in front of her, treating her with such scorn?“Why are you doing this Draco? Talk to m

“Hi Scott, what are you doing here?” Raven asks in a confused tone, her eyes narrowing at him as she covers the distance on her end, her heart racing a little.Scott smirks, opening his arms up for a hug and she bumps her side into him, withdrawing almost as soon as their bodies make contact. Scott Linker is her classmate and another prodigy of Professor McCall who she sometimes partners with on experiments for the professor over the years.“You smell divine,” Scott says in a cheery and whispery voice, stretching the bouquet towards her, “this for you. Easter lilies, your favorite I believe.”Raven’s shocked that he knows that but she hides it well with a smile and takes it from him, “thank you.” She looks at the flowers and then at him again. How did he know? She doesn’t just like these flowers, they hold a sentimental value to her and it’s something she’s never shared with anyone besides Draco.Actually, they are her favorite flowers because of him, because before his mother passe

Raven sits in front of her dresser, staring back at herself in the mirror, she looks absolutely breathtaking and scintillatingly beautiful with the amount of time she spent beating her face to perfection. She cannot even remember the last time she had any makeup on. Her hazel eyes glint from the sparkle of the silver necklace she picks up and adorns her neck with, matching the ones on her wrist.Her body is gripped by a red leather gown with high side slits that does an extremely perfect job of announcing to whoever sees her that her slim thick figure is one to die for. She lets her long auburn curls out of her bonnet and arranges them around her shoulders, standing up and giving herself a check in the mirror.The last time she went to that bar, she was wearing a basic dress with minimum effort unlike the lady that Draco kissed. Her heart clenches as the image of the memory comes to her mind and she shudders, pushing the thought away. She’s not dressing up in hope that Draco might lo