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DRAEKON stared at Vaelora, anger evident in his eyes. He understood her tricks and knew the law scroll she had decided to use to her advantage. But he was going to frustrate her. "Silence." The moment the word dropped from his mouth, the entire place went calm, accompanied by a feral growl from Andronikos, which resonated through the roof. "Chief Wofah, I do understand your concerns." Draekon nodded. "However, this hypothetical point of yours, regarding the Luna's inability to birth a werewolf heir isn't valid." The place remained calm. No one dared cause chaos when Draekon spoke. "Her wolf's dormancy, doesn't necessarily equate to her inability to reproduce pups with wolf genes. I mean, both my parents were werewolves but I still managed to be partly DragonBorn by the virtue of a six-hundred years prophecy. Who is to say I wouldn't be the first and last DragonBorn-wolf?" The chiefs hummed in support, nodding their heads. Zayn had known from the very start that this was goi

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ALPHA NOIR glared at his son who didn't even bother to spare him as much as a glance in return. "Draekon, you cannot be angry that Zayn did what he did." "He is my brother," Draekon said sharply, his attention still on the petition scrolls before him. "And he is her best friend!" Alpha Noir shot back. "I may trust Vaelora to be safe with you, but does he?" Draekon finally raised his head, his gaze resting on his father's figure. "Vaelora is my mate now. My wife!" The possessive tone in which Draekon said that, had Alpha Noir taken back for a second. "I alone should worry about her safety!" he finished. "You cannot..." Alpha Noir was still speaking, when Draekon cut him off. "You realize that Zayn's crime is a punishable offense, not so?" He eyed his father closely. "It is treason. Vaelora has schemed to dissolve our bond. To remove herself as Luna! And Zayn aided her. Interfered with a royal mating bond!" Thick silence ensued for a few seconds, Alpha Noir trying so

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THE moment their lips touched, Vaelora froze. She didn't even have the time to process Draekon's action, because he was the least bit gentle. Like a lion that had waited so long for its prey, he ate her up. Roughly. Greedily. Like he was punishing her. His large palm rounded her neck again, making her release a low gasp. That gave him more room to plunder the crevices of her mouth as he stuck his tongue in. He tasted like grapes, probably from the wine he drank during dinner. "Hmmm!" she released a muffled sound of rejection, trying to push him away, but he kept her grounded, plundering her like a wolf on the hunt. After a few more seconds of feeling the heat of her mouth, he eventually pulled away, looking dazed. "Now, you remember your place," he whispered against her lips, before taking a step back. Immediately, Vaelora raised her hand and flung it across his right cheek, leaving a sting on his face. She heaved in anger, her eyes quite daring. His gaze turned i

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DRAEKON took menacing steps towards Vaelora. The word 'pathetic' rang in his mind, stinging him like salt on an open wound. "You're lucky you're Luna," he said through gritted teeth. "Were it anyone else, they'd be kneeling in chains before me for that 'little' outburst." Vaelora didn't even flinch, regardless of how his gaze threatened to crush her. She was hurting already. "Well, isn't that funny?" She scoffed. "You have put Zayn in chains already. Psychological chains." "You should be grateful I went lenient on him. On you both!" Draekon snarled. "You think tampering with a royal mating bond is an offense to be treated lightly, don't you?" "We tampered with nothing!" she shot back, her lie making him even angrier. Now Draekon was only a hair's breath away from Vaelora, and the tension between both of them was quite palpable. "Remember your place, Vaelora," he warned. "I will." She nodded, a bitter smile on her face. "And it is far away from your pathetic self."

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SHADOW FANG PROVINCE. BLOOD dripped down the fresh open cut on Zayn's head, his voice only a mere whisper. The entire place was dark and Zayn had been locked in there for days. He wondered if help was coming anytime soon, and if Dione was fine. "The first mistake you ever made was thinking you could tell me what or what not to do!" Devon, the Alpha heir of the Shadow Fang Province snarled, giving Zayn small slaps across the face. "Since you refused to know and stick to your place at the academy, I feel extremely obliged to help you do so now." "Let me go..." Zayn muttered weakly, his wrists aching from the wolf'sbane-coated silver cuffs on his wrists. "Shut the fuck..." Devon angrily slapped him across the face. "...up!" Blood spluttered out of Zayn's mouth, his teeth a stranger to the colour white. "You're a nobody!" Devon growled. "Just a common Lord! A spare," he muttered with an edgy tone of superiority. "I could kill you here and now, and no one would even notice

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VAELORA told herself the truth-- He was actually 'all that'. But then, his dark and sadistic personality made his good looks very much invisible to her. "The king!" Reina suddenly grabbed Vaelora's arm, squealing as she did. Everyone present at the table turned to look at them, and a small smile of victory made its way to Vaelora's face. Making their way toward Draekon, Vaelora stopped halfway to give a nod of acknowledgement to Chief Jaafar who had also joined them for dinner. "Thank you for having me tonight, Luna." Jaafar gave a meek bow, taking the opportunity to flash his daughter a warm smile. "I hope you enjoy your meal, Chief Jaafar," Vaelora replied, continuing on her way. "Hello, father," Reina managed to say, before walking off with Vaelora. Getting to Draekon, Vaelora curtsied. "Glad you could join us for dinner, my king. This is Lady Reina Jaafar, the third daughter of Chief Jaafar. She is the first candidate for the consort selection." "Veylor." Reina

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"THE lady assumes my favourite place to be is the horse stable." Dronikos released a low grumble, making Draekon chuckle softly. "Aye...." Draekon nodded in agreement. "She doesn't know my favourite place to be is here. With you, my boy." He rubbed his palm against the jagged horns spiking out from the crest of Andronikos' head, making the gigantic and regal looking beast rear its head for more affection. No matter how big Andronikos got, he was always going to be Draekon's boy. Just then, Draekon sniffed her. It was insane. What could she possibly be doing outside their chambers by this time of the night? Just to be sure it was she indeed, he walked towards the balcony of Andronikos' lair. Looking down, his eyes fell on the nearly unfamiliar figure of his mate. Thankfully, her voluminous black hair gave her away so easily. She was headed towards the North wing of the royal House, and Draekon wondered what she was going to do there. Until he realized she was

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VAELORA seemed lost for a moment, unable to make out any words as she looked at Dione. "Let's go, Lora. Let's get away from him." Dione repeated, gradually beginning to feel like he had the upper hand. Vaelora was speechless, and that only meant one thing. She was contemplating it. To leave with him. Draekon went still as well, waiting to hear Vaelora's response. Was she going to accept his brother's offer? Was she going to run away? "I still see the love in your eyes, whenever you look at me." Dione softly whispered, the sound of that causing inexplicable hatred to brew within Draekon. "Dio...." Vaelora was speaking, when Dione cut her off. "I dare you to deny that you still love me, Vaelora." Everywhere fell silent. That deep feeling of resentment had spread through Draekon's mind at that point, and all he wished to do, was...... suppress. To suppress her. "I know you still feel strongly for me, Lora." Dione continued. "Just give us a second chance,

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VAELORA sat at the end of the table, staring daggers at Draekon as he ate his breakfast. It was Lady Reina Jaafar's last day in the House of Veylor, and Draekon had somehow managed to avoid Reina throughout her stay. Vaelora had thought of bringing up the issue at the next parliamentary meeting, which happened to be today. Sadly. When Reina was already leaving. To an extent, Vaelora felt sorry for the poor girl, who had come to the royal House with hopes of seeing Draekon regularly, but had only managed to see him just twice. At dinner the other day, and currently as they had breakfast. It was so obvious that Reina's spirit had dampened, because she wasn't desperately trying to strike a conversation with Draekon, like she had done the other night. Her unending talks about Draekon had ceased as well. Vaelora was grateful for that one though. Just then, one of the sentinels walked into the dinning hall, calling Draekon's attention. "Veylor." "Hmm?" Draekon hum

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"Please ensure that the curls perfectly frame my face." Reina was giving that instruction for the fourth time that afternoon. Or was it the fifth? Well, whichever one it was, Vaelora was glad that her plan had yielded great results. After she had spoken about Draekon's lack of cooperation towards the consort selection exercise, the chiefs most certainly felt threatened. Their daughters may not stand a chance at being selected as consorts, if Draekon kept up with his behavior. Vaelora was surprised at how they all unitedly insisted that Draekon made adjustments towards that. Even chief Om'zaar and the three other chiefs whose daughters weren't participating in the consort selection exercise, had also been supportive. Om'zaar came up with the suggestion that Draekon spared each consort candidate an hour of his day, everyday, until they wrapped up their one week stay in the House of Veylor. Of course, the other chiefs supported the motion, and that was exactly ho

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