Atonement Dramione Novels & Stories

All eyes turned to them—the Alpha and Luna of the North, standing together, radiant and commanding. Damon’s hand found Elina’s instinctively. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and she returned the gesture, her own fingers curling around his. They moved as one, a symbol of unity, trust, and strength. Susan, watched silently, her eyes seems to drift occasionally towards her mate. Damian stepped forward from his throne at the center of the arena, his presence commanding silence. He wore his ceremonial robes, the emblem of the Moon Goddess embroidered in gold on his chest.

He answered back. The female guard approached cautiously. I lifted both hands with exaggerated innocence. "Be my guest." The search was quick... the guard stepped back. "She's clean, Boss." A heavy silence settled over the room. Daemon broke it first. "There." He flashed me a triumphant grin before looking at Draco. "Satisfied?" Draven folded his arms with an amused smirk. "You owe her an apology." "I don't apologize," Draco replied flatly. "Of course you don't," Daemon muttered. "Your ego would never survive it."

“Luna Sabrina.” My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear anything else. He looked familiar. Like I had seen him before. He straightened slowly. “My name is Atlas,” he said. “The father of Dora and Ana.” Damon and I looked at each other in shock. Before either of us could respond, Atlas suddenly dropped to his knees. The sound of it against the damp earth was heavy. Deliberate. “Alpha. Luna,” he said, lowering his head. “I do not know how to repay what you have done for my family.”

Damon saved my life after Zathen almost flung me to my death, I felt like I owed that to him. “It has to be done in the sacred pool.” Luna said, facing the team of medics instead of me. “We'll have them both wheeled there.” The head doctor replied to her. “Damon first.” With utmost speed, Damon was wheeled out of the room we'd shared for two days, two days since he killed Zathen in cold blood, “Close your eyes.” The doctor said, as he held my hand in his. “You're about to feel intense pain. You can still back out.” He said.

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.

LYRA’S POV It has been long settled since I was twelve years old–my marriage with Damon. Now I am standing under the glowing natural light, clad in this red dress that smells of sweet lavender and clutching the red roses Aunt Maya carefully picked out specially for this night. The air is nice and moist, the atmosphere is amazing and the moon is slowly showing its face. I stretch my neck towards the walkway. Damon hasn't shown up yet nor his father, Alpha Thorne. Then towards the front row of people and there my best friend in the whole wide world is standing and I see her mouth “Go girl! Luna incoming!”

“There are others.” That was the real wound. Not betrayal. Conspiracy. This had been planned long before I ever met Damon. Before I ever fell in love. Before I ever believed I was enough. Damon’s hand trembled with restraint. I stepped forward. “Wait.” Every eye turned to me. Including his. The cramping had eased — Selene’s antidote already working — but I felt different now. Clearer. Anger, yes. But also certainty. “Elara,” I said softly, “you sat with me when I cried.”

But worst of all… my chest was still hollow. Quickly, I ran out of the gate and boarded a taxi. “Bye, stranger,” I whispered. “It was good while it lasted.“ ________ One week later… The sky was painfully blue. Too bright for how I felt inside. “Do you, Selene Grant, take Damien Cross as your mate and Alpha?“ the officiating priest asked, his voice cutting through the chaos in the clearing of the Northclaw pack. “I do,” Mother replied quickly. “Do you, Damien Cross, take Selene Grant, as your mate and Luna?“

“Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re protecting her. Again.” Damon didn’t answer. Lysandra let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You’re pathetic.” She turned her gaze back to me, eyes full of disdain. “Enjoy your little victory while it lasts, Omega.” With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving nothing but icy silence in her wake. I let out a slow breath, willing my hands to stop shaking. Damon didn’t move for a long moment. Then, finally, he looked at me.

"I swear," My heart shattered into a million pieces. Thorne picked up the crown. It was made of blackened iron and silver, shaped like a howling wolf. He placed it on Damon’s head. "Rise, Alpha Damon!" The room erupted. Damon stood up, his eyes glowing a brilliant, fierce blue. He looked out over his people, his presence expanding until it filled every corner of the room. "And now," Thorne said, silencing the crowd with a wave of his hand. "Before the celebration begins, we acknowledge the union. Lyra Fenn, step forward."