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The second man walked calmly toward Alice, then bowed briefly while his cold blue eyes stared at her. "Good evening, printsessa." I was grateful they weren't speaking Russian again. And it seems they haven't realized I'm here too. My gaze returned to the first man, his strange black eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Alice. Why strange? Because his irises looked permanently dilated. It took me a moment to realize these two were Draco Malfoy's friends from before. "Where's Eirik?" Alice asked, her hand still gripping the katana in her right hand.

She coldly raised her eyes. Draco nodded and locked the door behind. "I also have my suspicions, but she'ld be stupid to try anything funny." "Are you also underestimating her? Leonardo can't seem to look past her body or whatever shit he's obsessed with!" She gritted as Draco took off his formal jacket. The triskeles tattoo which all the Kelions had peeked above the collar of his black shirt, on his neck region. "You can't really blame him though. She's a real looker.... But she won't catch me off guard." He promised as his tie went off next.

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.

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

Ikaya passed her father a meaningful glare who nodded slightly before speaking, " How can you help us, Draco? Lucien already doesn't like you and there is no point of fighting as long as he is alive, you aren't allowed to ascend on the throne." Draco yawned lazily and crossed his legs together. His posture was nothing like gentle before. Instead an evil aura emitted from his body which was making them uncomfortable. It turned out to be Draco was a devil in saint disguise. Draco replied with a smile forming on his lips, " Everything is possible with the high house, Alpha Alchemis."

"Draco! Today's our marking night, and if you walk out now, I'll have my father publicly denounce your leadership tomorrow!" Draco stopped and turned to her with a feral and bloodshot gaze. Then, he raised his hand and grabbed her throat. "I've agreed to make you my Luna, so why wasn't that enough for you? If Lea's gone, I'll kill you without a second thought, and your incompetent Beta father, Liam!" He flung her onto the floor and ground his heel into her fingers. "That's for what you did to Lea." … That night, Draco turned the pack grounds upside down like a complete madman, but he found no trace of me.

Draco carried me to the far end of the hall, where a white door was and pushed it open. My jaw dropped to the ground almost immediately. The room was spacious, with a king sized bed at the center. There was a dressing room by the bathroom, and a large table by the floor to ceiling window. Behind the table was a sofa, probably for relaxing and enjoying the view. Once Draco placed me on the ground and stepped away, I took the time to let my absorb the interior blend of silver and black. “For dangerous bastards you guys have taste.” I said unknowingly and was brought back to the real world with a chuckle.

Draco "FUCK!" That was the curse that escaped Draco's lips when he woke up the next morning, feeling a throbbing pain in his temple. His eyes were still closed as he raised a hand to massage the aching spot. He stayed in that position for a few moments before slowly sitting up from the bed. But then he suddenly froze when his eyes landed on the bedside table. There, he saw a glass of water and a hangover pill sitting on top of it. He also saw a post-it note stuck to the glass. He took it and read it.

*Ember* We ended our conversation long after the sun rose. I sat back in my gaming chair and daydreamed about DracoK4u’s muscular physique, cold yet somehow warm blue eyes, and the intricate dragon tattoo I’d seen peeking over his shoulder. I wondered if it extended all the way across his back. I’d have to ask him to show me next time. The dragon clock on my desk smiled at me, a wooden dragon curled around a round-faced clock. I picked it up, running my hand over the warm wood as I thought about running my hands over DracoK4u’s chest.

Then my bedroom door opened and Pegasus came out, looking for his friend. “Bro, where are you?” he said and cautiously walk towards the living room. “He’s behind the sofa, quickly hide and run!” Bacchus advised him. But before Pegasus can hide, I shoot him on the right thigh. “Bull’s eye!” I shouted. “F*ck you, Black Dragon!” Pegasus shouted as he dropped on the floor and crawled behind the drywall that divided the kitchen and the main room. “You guys keep on saying that but you can’t even hit me.” I taunted them again.