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The day had finally come, the day when all eighteen-year-olds and those soon to be eighteen would turn to wolves for the first time. Dracah and Luna gave in to their undeniable desire for each other and weren’t ready for the full moon yet because they both feared that they may not end up together. Luna kept her thoughts from Dracah while Dracah hid his doubts under several layers of hope that they would indeed be together.

Drake stretched his hand and carefully pulled a strand of her hair from her face and muttered, “Oh I am so lucky…” As a dragon who was raised to hate human existence, it was a pretty big deal for him to admit that. Especially now that he had lost his essence which was considered a terrible abomination in the dragon clan, he found himself only worrying about Elaina's reaction and fearing she would leave him. Fortunately they had talked it out and she was now laying next to him after making love. Drake couldn't be happier, she meant the absolute world to him. It was still a mystery to him on how he fell so deeply for her even before he found out they were mates. He could lose everything else i

Draco replied. Draco smiled tenderly. “You have a beautiful pair of golden eyes, Draco,” said Astrid in awe. “Yes, I know. This is my true form,” said Draco smiling. Draco kissed the back of Astrid's hand gently. "I love you, Draco," whispered Astrid. Draco stroked Astrid's cheek gently. "I love you too, Astrid," Draco whispered. "From now on, let's live happily together," said Astrid. "Yes, my dear," Draco replied with a loving look.

"This was from your grandmother on my wedding day. Now that I'm passing it to you, at least it shows I care as your mother." Later, when Rhea learned that I was to marry Drakon instead, she nearly doubled over laughing. "Lucky you! Everyone knows that Drakon is noble, devastatingly handsome, and every woman's dream. You'll be living like a queen. "But I've heard that the fire dragons are always at war. Make sure you send him off safely and try not to end up being a widow too soon." The idea of my early widowhood seemed to bring Rhea immense satisfaction while she was busy fantasizing about her rise to riches.

The way he looked at her, so full of concern and love, was enough to further drive that spike of guilt into her heart. “Nothing is the matter. I need a drink. Truly. I’m fine.” She turned to walk away, keeping her breathing in control. Any hint of something wrong and he would sniff it out. Dragons were smarter than they seemed. Zarek was the apex dragonkin, making his instincts heightened. “Freja.” His deep voice called out, almost stopping her in her tracks. That voice of his would be the undoing of her if she wasn’t careful. It was sensual, deep, like a drug almost.

' he thought with suspicion. 'Can she be my mate?' hope bloomed in his heart. Looking back, everything makes sense now. His restlessness when she is in trouble. His body's reaction to her touch. His constant itch to stay with her. 'Please let her be my mate' his dragon muttered inside his head. 'Drake, find out when and why she came to the Hamilton mansion' his dragon reminded him. His dragon, Drakos, is a part of him and is very excited to find our mate.

At the Kingdom of Gold Valley, the Lycan Wedding of the Master Dragon and the First Lycan Princess already ended and two hearts that understand, accept, and love each other started to relish the magic of joy and peace in their hearts. “I love you wife; I never thought that I could be as happy as this. As a Dragon, I was born to fight and never to be conquered by love; but you conquered me; my love for you conquered my frigid warrior heart” Dareon said in a whispering manner as he moved closer to her in their soft, king-size bed. The Lycan Princess smiled as she caressed his face. “I love you more my warrior dragon, my mate, my love.” She then showered his face with little kisses until her li

The truth was there, pulsing quietly in the space between them. Of me, she thought. Of you. She looked down, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of her secret pressing harder than ever. Draco wasn’t just any boy. He was Damien’s son. But how could she tell him? How could she put that truth in the hands of a man who lived and breathed danger? A man whose enemies would tear apart anything he loved just to break him? She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “He likes you,” she said softly. “Draco. He said you’re… really good at catching the ball.”

He had been waiting for ages for his mate and was not going to let her go. “Why?" he asked gently. “We can't...because I'm a cat shifter" Hermione said, feeling dejected, standing up. She added" and you are a Lycan." Ruke was dismayed but he kept his face straight. “ We can find a way to work things out" he replied. "Let's just work together, please”. Hermione looked at him, he looked sincere and serious. “ His eyes could save my life," she thought foolishly.

It was explained to me that Brea would need Leon, as he was possibly her mate—but until she forgave him, there was nothing we could do. When we were finally left alone, Draco lifted me from the floor and set me on the tall counter that separated the kitchen from the dining table. His hands lingered under my shirt, sending sparks racing through my body. “I can’t wait until you get your wolf, baby girl,” he murmured, stepping between my legs and kissing me hungrily. His tongue tangled with mine, fighting for dominance until I surrendered. He squeezed one of my breasts under my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the sensation was intoxicating.