Omega Draco Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Onyx and I stared at each other. The woman had just left and all hell broke loose. We just rejected our mate because we liked guys. “I’m not kidding Meadra. They didn’t even let us speak before they REJECTED her! We are leaving tomorrow and I never want to come back here again. If this kills her I will never forgive them for this!” The man named Dravo stated, then walked out, never looking back. “Dragon Kings, I really hope you know that you have damned a very special wolf to the Void,” Meadra told us and walked out with her guards close on her heels.

I have never met someone as crazy and evil as her. The murderer of my parents is now here asking me to kneel down in front of her if I want the vaccine? That will be over my dead body! ALFRED’S POV Draco has been a very uptight and wonderful leader ever since he ascended the throne, but he is unnecessarily brutal when it comes to digging out punishments. He suffers a lot from trust issues and won’t open up to anyone except me and that is because I am his wolf. We share one body, so there is no way I wouldn’t know what was going on with him.

Athena's POV I had completely forgotten about Dante’s presence beside me. I turned to him with a pretentious smile and assured him, “It’s nothing to worry about.” He didn’t look convinced so I went further to say, “It’s the trauma I suffered in the vampire kingdom. I haven’t gotten over it.” His worried expression dissolved into compassion as he hugged me. I had to lie. I was an omega after all. No one wanted to have anything to do with us.

Kayda's POV I'm shifted into my dragon and sleeping in a cave right now. What the fuck did I do to myself? This is all that bitch's fault. If she hadn't been his fated mate, I would have had him. He didn't think I could be faithful to him. He's probably right. There is no one man who can keep up with my appetite. But he would've never known. I am the black widow of dragons. I started out fucking the warriors. But when I got tired of them, I started hunting outside our kingdom for a man who could just fuck me once and be done. That man didn't exist, so I started killing them as soon as they started asking for my number. I enjoyed it too.

She was ready to fight, to protect—me. But she never saw the other one. A blur of motion. A wolf lunging from the side. Fangs sank into her shoulder. She screamed—a sound that ripped through the air, through my bones, through Orion’s very soul. A deep, gut-wrenching cry of pain and shock. That bite was meant for me. Rage exploded through Orion, white-hot and blinding. I twisted, scanning the battlefield, my vision tunneling. Draco. Where was he? Then I saw him. Already on his feet, his wolf prowling, muscles coiled, ready to strike. His golden eyes burned with the promise of war.

The Beta immediately covers his nose when he enters, his eyes start glowing blue. “Fuck, that’s strong,” Waylon says. “I don’t know if I can- fuck-” The scent spikes and Victor's head starts swimming. He can hear footsteps slowly coming down the staircase. It’s followed by another Omega call, desperate, needy, and in utter distress. “Victor, please,” Ariadne whines. “Where are you? I’m dying. I want you. Please, help me.” “How d-did it get this bad?” Waylon covers his nose with both hands. “She was fine when you found her?”

I was so lost in the sensations that I was feeling I’d failed to notice that the group had ended their reunion and turned to us. “Sera?” I only regained my senses after Max called out to me. A flush of heat crept up to my cheeks as I looked up to find four pairs of eyes watching us curiously. Draco was unfazed by the situation and reached out his hand, offering a handshake to Max. “Hi, I’m Draco Macer, Alpha of the Silva Moon Pack and Sera’s second-chance mate. Nice to meet you, Max,” Draco said, sounding so confident and imposing.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

he fired back . I can't believe we were both starting an argument about my mate underwear. I ignored him and continue sniffing the scent of my mate aurosal,she scented like vanilla and rose,which was a very weird combination altogether. "What's going on here,wait is that Aurora's panties."draco ask raising an eyebrow in confusion,his right hand was over his mouth like he was stopping himself to bust into a laugh and his left hand pointing at the panties which was in my hands.

The Warlord hadn’t returned—not yet—but his staff had begun to circle her like vultures, as if they sensed how quickly her blood was warming to the rhythm of his realm. Sometimes she thought she could still feel him—like the brush of breath against her neck, the ghost of heat curling behind her ear. Have you ever seen a dragon’s rut? The memory made her jaw lock. It lingered on her skin like smoke. Like prophecy. The chamber doors opened.