Why HER!
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TRIGGER WARNING------ some subjects may trigger you Draco Frost is a rarity in this magical world...he's a mix blood. No not a half-blood but a mix blood. Mix bloods are not well liked but extreamly rare as you cant birth them. They are seen as destroyers of perfect societys. Thanks to this Draco has become tough, angry, and annoyed making everyone belive he's a dom rather than a sub.....This 1,600 year old is in for a real awakening. Draco's inner thoughts-- "HER, THEY GAVE ME TO HER.....IM SCREWED. DONE, FINISHED....WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON HIM...I'LL" a tightnes around his throat overcomes his thoughts. He quickly reaches to undo the pain. "IS THIS A COLLAR!" He screamed as he turned to face HER. Just before he could receive an answer the collar yanks on his neck pulling him after the angry woman.
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slowburn enemies to lovers. - PG 16, explicit content. - "I love this book so much oh my god Draco is literally exactly as you'd expect him to be" "this is literally the only y/n girl that hasn't made me cringe i love it here" "OKAY I AM CALLING IT NOW THIS IS THE BEST WHATTPAD BOOK EVER." "The attention to detail is EVERYTHING" "THIS BOOK IS ELITE." "I think I just had an orgasm reading that" "When I say I gasped, I GASPED BITCH" "Pressing his arm and elbow in my chest, he thrusted me forward and up against the icy crystalline wall. The back of my head was the first to feel the wrath of his push as it slowly began to slide back down, leaving bits of my snarled hair upwards. He wrapped his left silver ringed hand on my pulsating neck. His hands piercingly cold, contrasting with the warmth of the newly bruised skin on my nape. As he began to loosen his grip, his bitter grey stoned eyes stared up at mine. I could tell he knew he had lost control and dare I say, I even picked up on a hint of regret. "

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