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Draco, I'm not Olivia, I'm Erada " ****

I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. Draco's expression shifted, a hint of mischief playing in his gaze. "They are no longer a threat," he said cryptically. "I turned them into reptiles and banished them to the depths of the underworld." A gasp escaped my lips, my astonishment mingled with a touch of trepidation. The power that Draco possessed, the ability to transform and banish his adversaries, both fascinated and frightened me. I had never witnessed such otherworldly magic before, and it made me crave such strength.

When he spotted the Unicorns he knew right away they had her and then he saw her sit up and stretch out her arms the wind catching her glorious hair and tossing it behind her like a glittering banner. ‘What the fuck?’ He growled, ‘Why isn’t she strapped to that fucking Unicorn?’ He knew there was a special harness they used but it was clear she was riding the idiot bare-backed, just as he decided to fly close and chastise them she fell. The two Unicorns panicked, there was no way they were fast enough to catch her and if she hit the ground she would die, Draco wasn’t even aware he had dived after her until he heard the wind whistling in his ears. For all their huge size Dragons are very flex

He flipped one open, scanning the lines of text, but his eyes weren’t really reading. Every few moments, his gaze drifted toward the couch—toward her. And each time, he told himself it meant nothing. That it was just habit. Instinct. But his jaw tightened anyway. Elena knelt on the rug, watching Draco’s small hands move with careful concentration. He had drawn a house first—crooked but detailed, with a little chimney puffing smoke. Now he was adding people. “That’s you,” he said, pointing to a stick figure with long hair. “And that’s me.”

Draco. His mind was made up. He would go for what he wanted. Her. Draco had sworn to himself that the gods would never stand in his way of loving this female. She gave him a second chance at love after saving his life. Draco would stop at nothing in showing her truly what it meant to be his. He loved the way her thighs pressed around his armor-clad thighs. Her mint-scented breath wafted over his helmet. "Are you..." She began, but he cut her off.

'Me too' Drakos, his dragon chimed. 'But don't forget her greed is the reason you found a girl who is making you feel crazy for her, even before you recognized her as our mate. We found all the other women before her are bland and boring. Their strong perfumes and a ton of makeup on their plastic faces used to make me gag. Our Mate is pure, naturally beautiful, and innocent. We are blessed' Drakos reasoned with him. 'You are right. I am already crazy for our mate' Drake agreed with his dragon.

I was so lost in the sensations that I was feeling I’d failed to notice that the group had ended their reunion and turned to us. “Sera?” I only regained my senses after Max called out to me. A flush of heat crept up to my cheeks as I looked up to find four pairs of eyes watching us curiously. Draco was unfazed by the situation and reached out his hand, offering a handshake to Max. “Hi, I’m Draco Macer, Alpha of the Silva Moon Pack and Sera’s second-chance mate. Nice to meet you, Max,” Draco said, sounding so confident and imposing.

Draco hugged her and kissed her gently. “Draco… why can I live longer than ordinary humans? What kind of creature am I?" Astrid asked between sleepiness. Draco didn't answer Astrid's question. He just kissed Astrid and caressed her until she fell asleep. When Astrid fell asleep, Draco picked her up and took her to her room to sleep together. He hugged Astrid tightly under the blanket. Draco stared at Astrid's face, sleeping peacefully. “I don't care if you are human or any creature. You are my amicus, my soulmate, my first love. You are mine, Astrid,” whispered Draco in Astrid's ear.

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

No matter what those men did, it didn't warrant such a horrible death. "I see you marvel at the works of my hand," he intoned, his voice filled with glee. Strong hands rested on her shoulders and twisted her enough to stare back at the carnage. "It didn't take long to carve out this beautiful piece out of them, mouthy." She squirmed in his arms, hating the lilt in his voice. This man here was deranged, mindless. As if he could read her thoughts, Draco hummed. "Only someone as mindless as I am would create such beautiful art, little bird," Draco said, tracing her skin with his dagger, the very one he'd used to butcher the males.