Tell Me A Story Dramione นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She tells us about Greta’s ‘tyranny’ and how she plans to get revenge. Sera laughs—a real laugh this time, rusty but warm. “Luna, could you please tell us a story?” Rina requests, sitting down on the floor. “About you and Alpha Damian. How you met. How you fell in love. We heard both of just little.” Sera looks at me, and I nod. “Please,” I encourage, “I’d like to hear it too.” With her eyes closed. “My Gracias.”

Dawn broke with a red sky. Dylan stood in the tribunal square, cape discarded, armor unpolished. No ceremonial robes. Just truth and blood on his hands. The pack gathered in confusion. Word had spread like wildfire. Fiona stood nearby, wrapped in a shawl, pale but smiling faintly. “Dylan, what’s going on? You look—” “Silence.” His voice cracked across the stones. The crowd hushed. He turned to the elders. “A grave lie has been buried beneath this pack. And so was its only true Luna.”

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

Dion became more guarded as I moved closer. Timon glanced back at me with his eyes filled with unshed tears. I inhaled sharply at Freya’s distorted body, filling up the box cold dead. I swallowed with difficulty, biting down on my quivering lips. The tears rolled down my face uncontrollably. Dion howled in extreme pain, Freya was my mate and to know that she betrayed me only to end up dead and locked up in a box.

Drakon claimed my half-sister as his bride. That left me to marry the third prince, Lysander Veylan. I remembered him well. A gentle, patient man. In my past life, Vania had despised him for being merely a minor prince. She tormented him with every cruel scheme she could devise, and he endured it all with quiet grace. After she bore him a golden hatchling—a child that was not his—he dismissed his entire harem and gave her all his devotion.

He continued. My throat grew dry as the whole attention shifted to me. "Thea here will be my wife and future Luna of this pack, and that's after she has passed the pack test ritual," Damian announced. I almost choked on my food when I heard Damian mention a ritual. A ritual? What ritual? Wasn't this a contract?

In a whirlwind of deceit and desire, Jasmine's life is turned upside down when her father remarries, setting off a chain of events that includes betrayal by her step-sister Layla and her own boyfriend, Paul. For her mother's treatment, Jasmine becomes a surrogate mother, leading to the birth of twins. Just as she begins to rebuild, billionaire Damon sets his sights on her, igniting a passion neither can deny. Their steamy encounters reveal hidden desires and challenge Jasmine's resolve. Damon's lips brushed against hers, sending shivers down her spine. "Trust me, Jasmine. Let me show you a world of passion and pleasure you've only dreamed of." "Stop it," Jasmine said. Suddenly two s

"I had let him go years ago but touching Delorna, he has crossed all his limits." Alpha Jefferson exclaimed with pure hatred and Liam seeing how his body was shaking help him to drive. * DARK MOON PACK A bucket of water was poured on Delorna, she gasped and opened her eyes weakly, she saw herself tied in a room with a man holding a bucket. "Who... who are you?" Delorna asked slowly. "I'm Jake, Alpha Jake and I was the one that set your room on fire and brought you here." Alpha Jake answered. "But why will you do that I don't even know you," Delorna said.

Xavier frowned. “Jimin and Lona have been dating for a long time now,” Draymond started. “Everyone knows Lona doesn’t really love him. She’s into Jaime as she wants to become the Luna of our pack.” “That’s not possible,” Xavier cut him short. “I thought Diana was already mated to Jaime.” “Jaime does not give a fuck about mating,” Draymond replied. “He fucks whoever he feels like and the moon goddess stands by and watches him get away with it.”