The Fallout Dramione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You fucking liar, Felicia Cooper! Your brother's dead now because the doctors failed to save him! I hope you spend the rest of your life wallowing in regret!" I cried out in despair, letting out a muffled groan through the thick fabric. Tears streamed down my face. I hated Dylan with every fiber of my being. I swore that I never wanted to see him again if there was an afterlife. The doorlock beeped. The countdown also reached zero. My consciousness faded. As I fell to the ground, the door was pushed open. Dylan walked in with a birthday cake in his hands, his voice light and cheery as he said, "See? I told you that you wouldn't die. You're still alive and kicking, aren't you? Happy b—"

When days passed, I realized that I had abandoned the only happiness of my life. A knock from the door tore my thoughts from Darya. Fiona stood there with my favorite coffee. She was wearing extra make-up today. Her seductive appearance was enough to describe her intention. A low rumble of disapproval came from my lycan. But I needed a distraction from Darya. I couldn't fall for my rejected mate again neither could I break the trust of my best friend. Striding to the couch, I sat down, parting my legs for her. Fiona's eyes lit up as soon as she saw me. I ordered her through my gritted teeth, burying my passion for my rejected mate,

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor