Baka Drake Friend Novels & Stories

Drake wanted to go explore hoping he would eventually find his mate here. I told him to just go all by himself, that I was not interested in doing any sort of business with a smaller, weaker pack like this. After three straight days of hearing nonstop whining and crying from my own Beta, I finally gave in. Besides, he was like my little brother, and we grew up together as childhood friends. Drake was my only friend since I was little, and he was there whenever I needed him. That is why I chose him to be my Beta despite my father's objection.

This is not good. Later on, I saw drake coming here. Drake is my best friend. But even though he is my best friend. We still don't know anything about him. All we know is that his name is drake. He is the most mysterious among us. Sophie immediately ran and hugged her and he hugged her back. I don't know but it hurts more to see the two of them hugging than I saw blaze do to Sophia. But why? Why do I feel like this?

Jake They all hushed after Kari turned on music using her phone, their paint brushes coating the wall in a muted teal. Jake stayed close to Kari, making small talk here and there, loving the concentration on her face as she painted. He looked up as Drake walked in, the closest friend in Bar Harbor he’d made at the small gym where he’d spent many nights trying to purge the memories of Bethany from his mind. “Someone call for a help?” Drake stopped at the door, his hands on his hips as he looked around.

I tell her, ending the call. Drake raises an eyebrow at me, and I raise one right back at him. He has become a close friend and a secret ally for me and Athena ever since he found out about our matebond and the High Council’s crazy vendetta. It also helps that his own mate is a witch, and he doesn’t want to lose her. They have not come out in public, as his father, who is best friends with my uncle Henri, will surely die of shame. Those two are the worst purists I have ever met, and I thought that bullshit only existed in the wolfpacks. I was surely mistaken,

I burned everything, along with the villa key. On the second day, I hired a funeral service and arranged for the collection of my body. On the third day, I went from one party to the next with friends. At one of them, I lost a round of truth or dare and ended up toasting with a pretty woman, our arms linked, glasses touching. The friend beside me went pale. "If your girlfriend sees this, she'll kill me." I smiled easily in the noise and neon. "Doesn't matter. I don't care anymore."

I was not aware of it if it was my mind playing tricks on me or if Drake surely inhaled my scent. Maybe it was just a hallucination otherwise why would he even inhale my scent? "Consider me your friend, Drake," I patted his back before I pulled away. "And friends don't need to say thanks to each other." I flashed him a smile. "I really appreciate this friendship and...you." He smiled back. "Good thing, because you know what? I don't easily make friends." I chuckled and this time a small laugh tore from his throat. "So that means, I am the lucky one."

I hear light chuckles from Vic and Scott. “What?” I ask. “What’s funny?” I ask as I notice Kyrah is trying not to laugh by biting her lower lip. “So now Blake is a dung beetle and Sabrina is Delilah with a body of a stray dog? My goodness, Roxy!” Vic lets out a loud laughter and I join in. “That’s what they are and screw them for what they’ve done to my best friend. You know what? Karma is a bitch and soon enough the two of them will pay for everything,” I say shoving my right fist into my left palm.

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.