LUPINE
Draco was not an Alpha, not really. To truly take the mantle of Alpha one needed a pack and he was alone, utterly alone. Yet he had killed Fenrir, ripped his sire’s heart clean from his chest with his own clawed hand during the Battle of Hogwarts. That violent act had imparted on him an ancient magic. Pack magic. Alpha magic.
He had first caught her potent scent that very night, it was a pure beacon amongst the oppressive metallic tang of blood and decay. He had known in that moment what it meant, that she was his. His mate.
Written for HP Kinkfest 2020 - Dramione Breeding Prompt by TheLastLynx
Nominated for the 2021 Granger Enchanted Awards:
- Creative Gem Award- When Life Gives You Lemons Award- Perfect Picture Award