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I bolted out of the room in search of Drake. "Whoa someone seems to be in a bad mood" He chuckled then paused probably seeing the look on my face, I slumped down on a chair then close my eyes, I don't even think I can bare to be in the same room as Damien right now, how could he not see past Fiona fakenes. "She wants him! And she knew clearly that we are mated! Plus Damien can't see past her stupid strong bravado" I blurted out. Drake sighed. "I guess this is Fiona right? I think you are misunderstanding the suitations, There's no sexual feelings or any sexual thing between Damien and Fiona" He chuckled.

After the argument I had with him, between us and Drake, Damien acted like a father out of the blue, sending me to our room as though I did a bad thing to get on his nerves. He doesn't even know a thing about what Drake was going through. Obviously from the way he explained how he felt for Demiana after the rejection, anyone can tell that he's fallen in love with his best friend's and Alpha’s older sister. Drake was the only one who kept denying it to himself. He just needed me to remind him what he already knows.

"But Dian. Luna. You need to understand something." The use of my actual name made me look up sharply. "Draven isn't just collecting gifted wolves for an army," she continued. "He's experimenting. Trying to enhance abilities. Combine them. He thinks if he can break an empath completely, rebuild them as his creature, he can use their bond with their gifts to create something new." "New how?"

Dragon replies to Maleficent. He made me so curious, so I asked everyone to leave the room, except Dracono. Dracono gets in bed with me and gently touches my belly. He seems certain that the babies growing inside of me are his. Maybe he doesn't know that I made love to Dark too many times. Dracono plays with my hair and then tells me that all he needs so I will be ok is to truly be loved by an incubus, which I already am because he truly loves me.

Reagan Darius Dad and mom said I had identified Reagan as my mate when I was 7 years old. He also found out I'm his mate. But that was one day. After that I never felt any connection towards him. Now I'm 17, I still don't smell him as my mate. Alpha King Darius and dad said it's maybe because I'm a prophesied child. Now or later on I will find my mate. But I want Reagan as my mate. Like every girl in the pack, I have a crush on him. Who wouldn't have? He is handsome, caring, respectful and a badass fighter. He is the future Alpha King. And the fact that he has eyes only for me, makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He has been helping me in everything ever since our first meetin