Omega Draco Ao3 Novels & Stories

*Sexual Content* Beta Rene POV So yesterday started off as just a normal day and we were going to patrol at the Amethyst Moon Pack. Because they are having a big event for their daughter and Draco went because his family are close to them and his is in love with the girl even though they have never dated or anything he’s has been in love with for many years well he was hoping that when she gets her wolf that they will be mates and he will finally marry the love of his life. His brother asked me and John and Bastin to meet at their primary school because they are watching the Crown Queen ride around and he was bored and wanted me to come join him I can’t stand Loki he is suck a pain in the as

*** The silence left in his absence was deafening. I moved around the corridor alone, the omegas passed me with quiet nods of respect. I moved around to busy myself, my steps soft. Draco had left for war. I knew what he would return with. Blood on his hands, a conquest behind him and maybe even a girl, one with eyes bright with revenge and a future snatched away just like mine was. The thought made me feel so… helpless. What was I doing? Who would I be when he returned with another gir?

“But I know I don’t want you to suffer in silence.” Then, to his surprise, she pulled his arms gently around her. Letting his head rest lightly against her shoulder. A fragile peace. Not forgiveness. Not yet. But something close. And in the quiet dark, the last Omni Draco wept—not for power lost, but for the woman who still saw him… and chose not to walk away. The war table before him was carved from the bones of a fallen god. A dozen maps were scattered across it, each one marked with blood-red ink and dark runes pulsing with magic. The flickering torchlight threw long, cruel shadows against the chamber walls of his obsidian citadel.

Pain flared white-hot. In the haze of my fading consciousness, I thought of Draco—his arms, his scent, his promise whispered against my skin. My last breath was a plea I couldn’t voice: don’t let me die without him. Then darkness swallowed me whole. Draco’s POV Something in my chest snapped. One moment I was laughing bitterly with Leon about how my parents would chew my ear for the stunt I pulled at the gala, and the next—my wolf howled. A sharp, searing pain ripped through me, primal and undeniable.

“You mean they passed through the borders and we didn’t notice?” Dario asks, furious and a little surprised because he prided himself in knowing that his pack has top security as he also was instantly notified whenever a breach was to happen. “Yes. Draco is with them”. James said with a sigh, waiting for an outburst from Darionas Draco was a good friend but a terrible foe. Draco is a cvampire that is out of the ordinary, as he was born both by a witch and a vampire.

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

She interpreted it as an assent for her to answer the question. Harper led the hostess to the kitchen where they sat across each other. In the center of the table is a bowl of fresh fruit. She got an orange but didn’t peel it. Instead, she only held it. Just something for her hands to grab while explaining how things brought them on the half-human, half-wolf’s doorstep. “The worst has come. Alpha Draco is alive. He wanted to unify the packs… but that brings more troubles now than peace. He doesn’t see that yet… but it’s the truth. Damon didn’t let him have the complete power so he let us go.”

A fresh wave of genuine tears spilled over her cheeks as she bared her throat to Draco. “During my third winter cycle at the academy, your shadow graced our halls to lecture on the spiritual geometry of armor lines. That was the exact hour my inner wolf was claimed by your scent. I bled across the lower workshops for winters simply to secure a position within your shadow. But I kept my beast chained, knowing that if my tongue confessed the attachment, your pride would cast me out as an administrative disruption. I had reconciled my spirit to the cold reality that your wolf would never return the scent. But the laws of the universe shattered the sunrise Brooke Lawson entered these doors. Afte

Veronica's POV: Draco's eyes, once filled with warmth and tenderness, now burned with an unquenchable thirst. His lips curled into a twisted smirk, tainted with the taste of fresh blood. There was no recognition in his gaze, only a primal hunger that threatened to swallow everything in its wake. I felt a lump forming in my throat as I struggled to find my voice. "Draco, please... come back to me," I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.