Damaged Goods Dramione Novels & Stories

"Did you miss me? Don't answer that, I know you did. I brought you a present. It's a miniature drum set." "Absolutely not," Alexander said instantly, his voice a crack of thunder. "I will throw it in the lake." "It's already in the playroom," Damien grinned wickedly. He turned to Stella. "Darling, say hello to the inmates." "Hello, inmates," Stella smiled warmly, stepping forward to give me a hug. She looked effortlessly chic in a tailored black jumpsuit. "Sorry we're late. Damien spent twenty minutes arguing with the barista at the coffee shop because they spelled his name with a 'Y'."

He gently brushed his palm down his daughter’s long, blonde hair. “Guards…” I parted my lips, yet Julius Campbell interrupted. “Alpha, calm down, please.” He bowed. “To tell you the truth…Damian has lost his mind. Three years ago, he got into a huge car crash while working abroad. Unfortunately, he lost his fated mate in the crash. She had long blonde hair like Serena. Ever since then, he thinks every blonde-haired girl is his true mate.” “Forgive him, Alpha.” He knelt on the ground and pleaded, keeping his gaze on the mud.

Damian struggled but Tamara didn't budge. "Not enough!" Tamara moved her foot quickly and... Tamara kicked Damian's most prized possession without hesitation. Damian immediately curled up, his face red with pain. "ARGH!!! YOU CRAZY!!!" Damian shouted loudly while clutching his possessions. Elena just stared, then glanced at Tamara. "Thank you, Tamara." "My pleasure," Tamara replied as she smoothed her slightly messy hair. "Come in, Mrs. Elena." Without looking back, Elena and Tamara walked into the mall. The security who saw the scene could only stare - too shocked to react.

What the fuck? “It worked. What now?” one says. “I don’t know. Just get them in the room before anyone sees us.” We’re fucking screwed. “Shouldn’t there be three?” I cast a quick glance at Damion. He seems to have passed out ― or I fucking hope that’s the case. He looks rather lifeless. A white froth is leaking from his mouth. Shit. Is he dead? “There was a mix-up. The wrong one was drugged.” Wrong one? Drugged?

“I got this” I feel defeated and I leave the room as Meme returns into the room with the clothes for Loyalty. Some of the women have started cleaning Sofie’s splattered blood from the walls and floor, and I sink onto the couch. “Man, she fucking tore Sofie up”, says Dan.

CEO** The bathroom door slammed open with enough force to make the crystal fixtures rattle. Damien stood framed in the doorway, his usually impeccable appearance in ruins. Three days' worth of stubble shadowed his jaw, giving him a dangerously feral look. His dress shirt hung open, revealing the angry red scratches along his chest - marks I realized with dawning horror were from my own nails as he'd carried me from the gala, my drugged limbs flailing in panic. In his hand, a glass of bourbon at 9 AM. The ice had long since melted, diluting the amber liquid to a pale gold.

"Just get it over and done with." Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned her head away and offered her upturned palm. The cut was more painful than she'd expected. She sucked in a sharp breath as the pain flashed up her arm, determined not to cry out as Kiaan had just been teased for doing. "What now?" she asked, watching Damien swirl his pewter goblet. It was decorated with skulls, dragons, and symbols, and like most of the items in his room, looked like he'd bought it from some cheap eBay goth shop.

"It's not — I —" Her abdomen began to convulse. Blood seeped, slowly, through the white of her gown. The door of the workroom flew open. Damien crashed in, stopped short. He saw Lyra unconscious in my arms. He saw the cut light-wings on the floor. The blood went out of his face. Then he saw Ophelia, on her knees, hands clamped over her belly. "Elara —" He turned to me, his eyes red. "What did you do to her."

Damien took a deep slash across his chest protecting Kael from a surprise attack. They barely made it to the base of the Science Tower, both badly wounded. The Breaking Serena rushed down to meet them, Liora staying hidden on the roof with protective wards. Seeing both her mates bleeding and poisoned, Serena’s heart broke. She poured the last of her magic into healing them, but it wasn’t enough. The Eclipse poison was resistant. Kael, fighting the pain, pulled her close. “We got the supplies. That’s what matters.” Damien, leaning against the wall, smiled weakly. “We’re still here. That’s enough.”

I quickly rushed to check on Damian, he was breathing properly and I could feel his finger move. I smiled at my successful attempt to heal him, before summoning the pack doctor “This is a miracle, the alpha is now in good condition, let's give him a couple of hours to regain consciousness” The pack doctor informed me. Smiles radiated my face as I breathed a sigh of relief, Lucien patted my back as he and Adrain saw the pack doctor off. My Damian was without any oxygen, he was fine thanks to the moon goddess. After wiping Damian clean and changing his outfit, I tried to feed him with some liquids, hoping he would wake up soon.