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After all, you’re a fucking whore who made a move on that new man," she said. “I swore that he wouldn’t be able to get much closer to you—” I stutteringly asked, feeling exhausted and repelled by the situation, “Hermione, I have no idea what drives you to act in this manner, and I don’t even do something—” She yelled, “You don’t want to? I know you drugged Blake so you could have sex with him because you’re that whore, and you had already tried to seduce him when you knew that we were in love before you were arranged to be together!” the words of which caused me to become speechless and I can’t go jabber.

Now it was almost midnight and I couldn’t stay aloof anymore. I was a hermit used to being on my own for as long as I could remember! Hermione’s presence in my home disturbed me, especially tonight. The red bikini drove Freyr and me wild with desire! Why was she hellbent on breaking me? I didn’t want to lose my restraints and claim Zephyrus’s sister out of all the wolves in the world! Yet my heart thawed at the sight of her burning with fever locked up in her room. No, I didn’t feel a thing for her other than hatred. I just brought her over to my bedroom so I could look after her!

I hate this bitch, she always wants to see me being desperate and in need of help but I won't back down because of her. "I hate my life." I cried while banging my head against the wall. "I still wonder why do you hate so much your life?" A voice chuckled behind me, I turned around and groaned in annoyance. "Not the time to be optimistic, Hévéa." I scowled, glaring at her. Hévéa is a doctor who I met when I was moving to my internship place. A lot happened since 1 year, it's been a year I haven't talked to Rhyker and it's better like that, I heard from my lovely friend that he got engaged to princess Flora and also told me that I missed the engagement party.

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.

“Now I know you’re screwing with me.” “Hermione, language,” Siobhanny chided, curling her tongue wickedly. Self-consciously, I patted at my frizzy hair, trying to make it lie straight in the way that it never would. “Come on, you love mages. You have that suckable Draco substitute all lined up for your bed. Whatever will Ron think? Or is screwing a bad Slytherin why you’ve chosen Alex? The thrill of the taboo?” “Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.”

Her small fingers squeezed mine. “You are going to fight the man from my dreams,” she whispered. My heart dropped. “What did you see this time.” Her lips trembled. “I saw dark clouds. And fire. And someone standing in front of you. He had eyes like mud and shadows on his shoulders. I think… I think it was him. Draco.” The name sounded wrong coming from her little mouth. I pulled her into my arms. She melted into the hug, pressing her face against my stomach.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

Helena gritted, her eyes rolling in anger. She was trying to keep her cool all this while because of the hunger she was experiencing, but now that she was filled up, she had the strength to curse both of them. She knew how sensitive Draco was to smells and scents because he gets irritated by them easily, so she purposely carried a scented bag along with her to put him in discomfort.

The idea of her knowing some of the personal things I've done or thought, made me blush a little. "What are you mind linking? Is it about my dad?" Draco snapped. I shot my head around with a hiss. He jumped back. "Fuck, you're a vampire too? What the hell are you?" He demanded an answer with a little more dominance in his voice than I cared for. I tilted my head to the side when I saw a flame flash in his dark brown eyes. "What?" Lorena asked me in concern, before pulling Draco's face towards her. "Crap. Draco, you're a Dragon!"

But the words he wanted to say just wouldn’t come out. Luna looked at Draco with a wounded gaze. “I saw a photo of you with a woman. It was in the drawer of your study, Draco.” Draco’s expression changed. “You went into my study when I wasn’t there?!” he snapped, his eyes sharp and furious. Luna shrank a little at Draco’s anger. Honestly, she hadn’t meant to go into his private study—it was a coincidence, even an accident. Luna nodded. “Yes, I went in by accident. I saw a photo of you with a beautiful woman. You looked so close and perfect together.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, tears streaming down her face again.