The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Setting Her Pride Aside

Meredith.

The mighty Draven hadn’t sent anyone to remind me about our swimming lessons.

He had come to my door and knocked like a gentleman would.

This was... surprising. Unexpected.

"Wear something appropriate. I will be waiting right outside here," he said, and then turned away.

I shut the door with a small thud and walked into my dressing room.

I didn’t need to ask what he meant by something appropriate. The few times we trained were enough for his complaints to register in my heart.

I found something suitable for swimming in the closet and changed into it. It was a black matching skin-tight singlet and tights that stopped at my knees.

Lastly, I rolled my hair into a bun, grabbed the History book before making my way out the door, notwithstanding that I felt weird in my new outfit.

I don’t know how Deidra did it, but she sure did go out of her way to get me this.

And according to her, she didn’t want me to lose out to Ms. Fellowes in terms of dressing chicly and keeping up with the latest fashion trends; something I gave no qualms about.

Outside my door, Draven was waiting like he had told me. His eyes roamed my body for a good minute before he turned on his heels.

I guessed he approved of my outfit since he had no words.

I quickly shut my door and followed him.

"I want to return the History book," I said, my steps falling beside his. "I’m satisfied with the information I have."

Draven didn’t say anything.

He was already giving me an attitude when I haven’t even made my requests yet.

Maybe, Valmora was wrong in choosing him to train me. I was right about this. Dennis was better than a mate like Draven.

I could already smell one big fight, small quarrels here and there, and snubbing that would last two days straight.

"Thank you for... lending this to me," I tried again.

Finally, he glanced at me, brows furrowed. His facial expression seemed like he was surprised I was speaking to him... maybe talking too much.

His lips parted, but then he slammed them shut the next second and turned his eyes to the stairs ahead of us.

A deep sigh fell off my lips as I followed behind him, not sure of what else to do. But I had decided right here that I wouldn’t say a word to him anymore.

"I hope my book is intact like we have agreed?" Draven managed to say when we got to the second floor.

He must have realized I had ruled off trying to speak to him again, and finally found the right words to say to me.

"You can check it if you want," I responded, my eyes on his back.

"And I will."

He didn’t say anything further as we arrived at the ground floor. Then he led us into his home office.

Once inside, he took the book from me and returned it to the right shelf.

Then, I got my chance.

"Do you happen to have any pictures of Queen Serena?" I asked him before he could be on the move again.

Draven gave me a good stare I could tell he had some questions for me, probably why I wanted the pictures and what I needed then for.

But the questions never came.

Instead, he reached out to grab the scroll from the other day, from the shelf right above my head.

"There is one here. But the authenticity has never been vetted," he explained.

I thought he was going to pass the scroll over after that, but he returns it to the shelf. Instantly, the light in my eyes disappeared.

"We are running late for our lessons. Hurry up," he sort of explained before leading the way out.

This man just wanted me to keep asking him for things. It’s like he enjoyed giving people permission.

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"Um... I need your help with something."

Draven had already started matching away by the time I had finished processing the words I wanted to say to him.

"What do you want?" He asked without stopping in his steps. I had to quickly walk over.

"I know you’re a great trainer. At least, I’ve seen it with my eyes." Releasing a deep sigh, I continued, "Can you take me on combat skills and train me like you do with the warriors?"

I wasn’t direct with my request. I shouldn’t have asked for his opinion.

I should have just gone straight to the point and told him that I wanted him to train me on combat skills.

He stopped in his steps and looked at me, hands on his waist. "You’re joking, right?"

Instantly, light dimmed in my eyes, my nose scrunching up in distaste. I can’t believe this man thought I was joking after all my efforts gathering the courage to speak.

"I’m not joking. Why would I play with something like that?" I asked him, clearly annoyed. And I wanted him to see it in my face.

Draven shook his head. "Wait, let me get this straight," he said, briefly shutting his eyes and opening them the next second. "You want to learn how to fight? And you want me to teach you?"

"Yes. Is there a problem?" I asked, spreading my arms.

"Of course, there is," he nodded, putting his hands away. His brows furrowed as he narrowed his gaze down at my face. "I can’t make myself available to teach you."

A low groan escaped my lips. I clenched my fists at my sides while doing everything I could to make sure I did not bare my teeth out to him.

"Is your schedule packed up? I’m sure you can create a little time out for me. You can dedicate thirty minutes of your time to me daily in regards to this combat training.

Draven sighed heavily. "For what reasons are you suddenly interested in working out?"

I wanted to do badly correct Draven that I wasn’t asking for a gym coach but rather, a combat trainer. But in the end, I concluded he was far too smart to mix up my words.

"Do I need a reason?" I asked, refusing to answer his questions. "Perhaps, are you hesitating to train me because I don’t have a wolf, so you’re looking down on me?"

Draven scoffed. "My time is too valuable. I don’t want to waste it on anyone or anything ."

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