The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Shoving To The Side

Meredith.

I felt pity for Wanda.

Currently, she looked like she would bang her head against the wall if she knew what I had come to Draven for, in the middle of the night.

But why does she look so shocked that I could go to him?

What’s it to her?

Suddenly, I didn’t feel like pitying her anymore. Her ugly face was getting in my way, and I didn’t want to see it anymore.

In fact, I wanted to ruin Wanda’s night so much that she would see me in her dreams tonight if she does sleep eventually. Or rather, so she wouldn’t get to sleep this night, rolling from one side to the other.

"Draven is my husband," I stated, and then put my hands on my waist. "Is there anything wrong with me visiting him at any time of the day or night I want?"

Wanda’s jaw dropped in shock as she stared at me with her mouth agape. I bet she didn’t see this coming.

She was unlucky to witness this shameless side of me because if it were before, I would I be proud of going to a man, even if he is my husband, in the middle of the night?

It wasn’t normal, and the reason behind that had only one meaning.

Wanda couldn’t find any word to say. She was so shocked by my revelation that she just stood there with her mouth open.

I wish a fly will get in there.

After giving her food for thought, I turned toward the stairs. I had only taken two steps when I felt a hand grab me and pull me back.

"Ah!" A yelp escaped from my lips as I quickly grabbed the railings to steady myself. As soon as I found my footing, I looked towards my right only to see Wanda standing at the stairs.

She was blocking my path now.

"Are you unwell upstairs?" I asked, pointing a finger to my head just to show her what I meant.

If we weren’t at the bottom of the stairs, and there wasn’t any railings, I would have had a fatal fall.

"You have no rights to be here. Did you get permission before coming up here? No. So, you should go back!" She commanded through gritted teeth.

I clenched my fists, my temperature rising from both heat and anger.

For how long would I continue to tolerate this woman?

"How dare that lowlife block my path? Do not tolerate her!" Valmora spoke coldly in my head.

I had for a moment, forgotten I had a wolf.

About twenty minutes ago when I needed a plan on how to take care of my heat, she hadn’t showed up.

But resurfacing just to ask me not to tolerate Wanda’s madness proved an important point:

I was making the right decision going to Draven to help me sort my heat out.

I glared fearlessly at Wanda.

I hope he isn’t in a deep sleep.

Draven gave me a good glance, letting his eyes slowly drag it’s way from my legs to my body and then to my face.

He didn’t even try to hid the fact that he purposely let his gaze linger on my chest briefly.

When his lazy gaze finally met mime, he expected an explanation, so I thought. But the next second, he walked into the room, leaving the door open for me.

It seemed like he already knew why I was here.

I quickly took the opportunity and followed him inside, clicking the door shut and turning the key to lock it.

Following behind Draven, I watched him walk towards the sitting area. He grabbed a glass of whiskey from the glass centre table before settling on a single sofa.

My brows drew close to each other. I thought that he would take me straight to bed.

But now that it looked like he had a drink to finish, what was I supposed to do?

Maybe I had gotten everything wrong?

Maybe he didn’t know why I had come to him in the middle of the night in a thin night robe?

"Sit, if you want," he said to me before sipping from his glass.

I quickly found the sofa next to him of all spots, and settled down while recognizing that he might not be in a good mood as I didn’t know what else would keep a man drinking late into the night.

Maybe I had come at a bad time.

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