The Last Winter of Loving You
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I ripped out half my heart for him.
Literally.
Six years ago, Draco—the Black Dragon Lord—was dying on the battlefield, enemy claws buried in his chest. So I tore myself open and shoved half my witch's heart into his body to save his life.
After that, I lived with constant pain, my magic drained to nothing. I fought his wars, nearly died a dozen times, all while waiting for him to keep his promise—that he'd make me his queen after the coronation.
But on coronation day, Draco brought back the half-elf Ivy and told me to give up my crown.
Why? Ivy stayed with him in the Abyss for three years. And now she was pregnant with his child.
It destroyed me. So I drank the Oblivion Potion—the one thing that could strip away every ounce of love I had for him.
And in three days, I'm leaving for the polar regions to marry into the Silver Wolf Clan.
Literally.
Six years ago, Draco—the Black Dragon Lord—was dying on the battlefield, enemy claws buried in his chest. So I tore myself open and shoved half my witch's heart into his body to save his life.
After that, I lived with constant pain, my magic drained to nothing. I fought his wars, nearly died a dozen times, all while waiting for him to keep his promise—that he'd make me his queen after the coronation.
But on coronation day, Draco brought back the half-elf Ivy and told me to give up my crown.
Why? Ivy stayed with him in the Abyss for three years. And now she was pregnant with his child.
It destroyed me. So I drank the Oblivion Potion—the one thing that could strip away every ounce of love I had for him.
And in three days, I'm leaving for the polar regions to marry into the Silver Wolf Clan.
















































