Novel & Cerita Draco Mother

Drake I make a move to pick the papyrus up from the floor without intending to read it, but my mother bends down and grabs it first. "Nooo!" she cries fearfully. "I just wanted to pick it up. I did not intend to read it. You are pale, mother. What is wrong? Why do not you tell me?" "Please, son, do not make it more difficult. I cannot tell you. Forgive me," she tells me, wrapping the papyrus tightly and hiding it in her bosom, muttering that at the first opportunity, she will throw it into the fire.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

And only then could the Keeper fully reclaim his variable. --- The children were unaware of the true source of their mother’s suffering. They noticed fatigue, pallor, quiet cries in the night—but nothing explained the constant, creeping dread that had entered their home. Lerato hid it as best she could, masking weakness with determination, fear with purpose. But every night, in the quiet hours, she felt herself being drained by something that knew her heart, her love, her every instinct. It was the darkness. And it was hungry. --- Doctors tried to help. Nurses tried to care. Friends offered support.

My mind trailed off to a certain point in the past at the thought of him. That being when we were children, and his mother died from drowning. His mother was always jealous of my mom, for my mom was the Lycan Queen, while Drake’s mother was but a mere concubine. Being the direct descendant of the royal bloodline, I had experienced firsthand of the jealousy the few concubines Father had felt towards my mom, as well as how those women tried to get Father’s attention. They even tried to get their own children involved in taking Father away from me and Mother, only for it all to backfire on them, one way or another.

It was Draco, Instinctively, I pulled away; my heart raced, fear seeping into my bones. "I must have startled you", he grinned, "Follow me, let's go meet Mum and Dad", those titles didn't seem right, He draped his hands over my shoulder and pulled me along, I tensed but followed him silently, not daring to protest, we strode into the spacious sitting room, and on its lavish cushion sat Draco's mum and dad discussing, "Mum, Dad. Hera is finally awake; it worked!" He announced, what worked? I thought,

“His Luna, was slain too. Along with their child. The corpses were... hard to identify. The battle was brutal. But the death toll matched the number of their leadership. Everyone assumed they all died in the fire. And Kasamaan? He vanished without a trace.” Draco turned to me now. “Where did you hear that name?” Before I could speak, Darius answered for me. “From her mother.” Draco blinked. “Apologies, but if I recall correctly... Lilian is your stepmother.” “Yes,” I said, my voice tight. Draco studied me for a long beat. “Then who was your real mother?” My lips parted to answer, but the truth caught in my throat. I didn’t know. Not really. And that realization hit me harder than I expected.

Hence my trepidation. "but they are my children! And she's my woman!" Draco: That's incorrect. Maybe biologically yours, but you do not possess the right to be their mother.If you genuinely desire redemption, let her go, apologize. If they accept you afterward, you will truly deserve them. "leave me be." Draco: As you wish, but if you continue succumbing to your impulses, you'll only hurt her further.he departed, and although he's correct, it's not so simple to just accept his counsel.

I asked. My mother began looking around and biting her lower lip nervously. I could feel Draco growing angrier as I fought him for control. I could feel him pushing harder, feel my body growing warmer with each second she didn’t answer. He wants his child and his mate. Elizabeth is a stranger to him now. All that mattered was Liza and our baby. "We will not ask you again, Mother. What.. The.. Fuck.. Is.. She.. Talking.. About!! What did you do that now our child, my heir is missing? Our Mate!!"

Draco. Rodrik was always diligent in his work. For centuries, he had been Abbator’s soulgazer, ordained with the gift of reaching out to the god of bond to know the people he had paired. Draco knew it was Rodrik who helped his mother, Solane, and his father, Cormac, realize they were fated mates. Draco winced at the thought of his father, King Cormac, who in history was now recognized as the Butcher but was once adored by Draco.

Dracon cried as he watched their young son and then he stopped him into his arms and held him against his chest after he got him to let go of her neck. “MOMMA!!!” Dracon JR called out loudly trying to reach back to her neck. Dracon walked away and rubbed his hand along his sons small back trying to calm him. “Shh, my son, mommy is at rest…” He said as he fought back his own tears. “She went to rest and won’t be coming back…”