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Reina said quietly. Now the four mature humans stood under the rain, Langit witnessed the cracks and loss of half the soul and trust of Green Elira Natusha, a woman he knew as an underachieving student, a woman he knew has a high social character, and the woman who has made him fell for her. "You must be Green, right? I'm Reina, are you sure you don't feel the need to hear anything from Alta? You came all the way from Jakarta to see him, right?" Reina asked Green who was completely reluctant to look at her and Alta.

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

Evanara I looked through the tiny cell barred window that wouldn't fit for even a child to pass through. I wondered if the previous kings had been too poor to upgrade the dungeons for the door in front of me-- If I could even call it that. The walls, save for the one behind me that was made of concrete bricks and the tiny window I looked through were all made of rusted bars. Though... I could understand why they would not need to though. The dungeons were merely for keeping criminals for a couple of days before their trials and their execution. The Keepers kept the city of Astos clean of most of the criminals anyways. Only the ones who had committed crimes against the King or royals or the c

Draco. "What finally made you change your mind? Earlier, you insisted you'd never have her, Dracolian," Alfos stated as he barged into Draco's study with him. He noticed the rigid posture of his body and wondered what was going on. "You still assume it's her?" Alfos huffed. "Dracolian, you should know better than to assume anything like that, considering the investigations we've made. That breeder is just a twenty-five-year-old human who grew up in Brindlemark with her family before being taken as a whore in Kalingrad."

Chapter 8: Undone Cassia The party is going well. Kendra and I decided to split up and look at the new art displays. I’m shocked to find my own art on display. My aunt and uncle, Arabella and Draco, approach me at that moment, glowing with pride. Arabella and Draco are art professors at the school. They are also a beautiful couple. They have been mated for over two hundred years. Arabella has long red hair and green eyes, and Draco is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

“Draco attends a private business meeting tomorrow afternoon in Florence. He’ll exit through the underground parking area beneath Primadonna Tower.” Alessio immediately stepped forward. “Absolutely not. She has no training,” he snapped sharply. “No field experience. You’re sending her directly near Draco Castellano less than twenty-four hours after the massacre?” Salvatore’s expression hardened slightly. “Which makes her the perfect candidate.” I looked between them silently while unease coiled tighter inside my chest. Perfect candidate? “Draco doesn’t know her,” Salvatore continued calmly. “As far as he’s concerned, Selena Fortezza is a traumatized bride likely hidden under police protectio

My sister, Aurora, and I were flying together when we noticed something strange on the frozen land far below us. Aurora flew steady beside me. She was a dragon, powerful and beautiful. Her silver scales shined in the sunlight, her wings cutting through the air like blades. I looked at her and felt small. Not weak, just… different. How I came into existence?

Above the collar of his dark dress shirt, I could see tattoos of strange dark runes peaking out along his pale skin. The man beside him had shaggy chocolate brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A red and plaid shirt stretched tightly over his broad shoulders. I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. My throat tightened and my heart raced in my chest. What was my boss from Moonlight doing in a dragon’s lair? Lucian let out a low growl and I knew that he was feeling my panic. Drake shifted on the couch, slowly turning to face me. His eyes widened and I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

Nova wasn’t dragonkin, she would never understand how I thought. “Grey,” I answered my phone. “It’s Rev. I’m at The Drake …” “Spit it out Rev, you only have a few more hours then all this shit lands in Luca’s lap,” I said. “McDaniel’s wife and brother is here,” he said. “I’m on my way.” I left the room just as Nova opened her mouth to say something and took the stairs two at a time. I grabbed my keys and spun out of the driveway as I headed to The Drake. I stopped at the back within fifteen minutes and walked inside.