Novel & Cerita The Perfect Match Dramione

The place was decorated exquisitely and romantically, with soft lighting and gentle music drifting through the air. Celina sat next to Leo, holding a violin in her hands, while Leo sat at the piano, his fingers gliding across the keys. Their music intertwined seamlessly, as if they were meant to be. Their gazes met from time to time, filled with an unspoken understanding and tenderness, as if the rest of the world didn't exist and only the two of them remained. Applause rose around them, and people murmured in admiration. "They're both so talented. What a perfect pair!"

He pushed out of the private room, curiosity lighting his eyes. He found her standing alone, trembling fingers sliding across her phone screen, enlarging the photo, shrinking it, enlarging it again. Slowly, he stepped closer, peering over her shoulder. Drake stood tall in the photo, sunflower in hand, before Elena and Dolphus. Damian’s tone dropped low, edged with mockery. “This is your promised mate, isn’t it?”

“You and Catherine have truly surpassed expectations.” Ronald’s gaze darted towards his brother, a hint of suspicion lingering in his expression. “We strive to impress,” he replied, his voice terse. ***** The Dance Floor As the night wore on, the gentle sounds of the quartet transitioned into a vibrant orchestra, filling the dance floor with twirling dresses and shiny shoes. Jake extended his hand to Amelia, a playful grin on his face. “Join me for a dance,” he urged. She paused, casting a glance at Catherine and Ronald, who were now engaging with their guests. “Jake, I’m not sure—”

"I feel it in my bones. You’re perfect. I’m perfect. It’s written in the stars." “Wow, you are so cringe, Kieran. It's almost disgustingly sweet,” Damon fakes a gag, earning a glare from Kieran. “Come on, the whole pack knows Lena is going to be your mate, don't have to rub it in our faces. We are the unlucky ones who have no idea who we are going to end up with,” he sighs dramatically and shakes his head. "Tell us again how strong you're gonna be after your first shift," Rune places his elbow on the table and gives Kieran a dreamy look.

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.”

If she should and he abandons her, she might not ever recover from that, from him. Gradually everyone else on the dance floor stopped dancing and started to watch and enjoy the dance between Aurora and Damon. The two twirled and danced in the centre of the dance floor, their movements sometimes passionate, sometimes soothing. Aurora was just too beautiful, the hem of her red dress fluttered wildly as she danced, like a phoenix reborn from nirvana. The two people were like a match made in heaven. They looked so perfect together. Everyone's eyes were unconsciously drawn.

Even now, after everything, the stupid creature wanted him. Lyra lifted her head. Damon stood on the raised platform where the royal matchmaker had called them both. His dark hair caught the light from the crystal chandeliers. Behind him, her stepsister Elara watched with those perfect green eyes, one hand resting on his arm like she owned him. Maybe she did. "Stand up," Damon said. Lyra got to her feet and her legs shook. The entire Royal Matching Hall stretched out behind her, packed with wolves from every corner of the kingdom. They'd all come to witness the sacred mate bonds being confirmed.

At the pack grounds, the celebration was in full swing. Crystal towers of champagne shimmered under the chandeliers, and every face in the crowd beamed with celebratory joy. Dressed in a finely tailored suit, Draco stood beside Nanette, who held onto his arm, and looked every bit the proud Alpha. "I, Draco Pierce, swear upon my wolf soul that from this day forth, Nanette Chase shall be my only mate and Luna. "I will share with her my strength, my honor, and my life. She is my beloved, eternal, and sole."

When he got a handful of them sorted out, he replied with his eyes pinned on Isolde. “There’s only one thing I know, Dita would have been as perfect as her.” Hearing that, Draco’s iridescent eyes glimmered, his feet staggered. He turned to look at Isolde some more, knowing Alfos was right. Dita would have been as perfect as her. The woman he could never have no matter the passion burning inside him. This time, it was Draco who aimed for the door as he shoulder-passed Alfos. As soon as he held his hand over the door handle, Draco said.