The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Reflections

Draven.

"Go to her first, Draven."

Rhovan’s voice again—calm, unwavering, as if this was some trivial thing, like shifting forms or giving a simple order.

"You wouldn’t lose your title by explaining yourself to her."

I stiffened. "Not happening."

"Why? Because of your ego?" Rhovan countered, his voice tightening just slightly. "Because she’s supposed to come crawling to you?"

"Because I’m not the one who lied," I hissed internally, grinding my teeth as I cut into the edge of my muffin, not bothering to eat it.

"No," Rhovan said, "but you are the one who betrayed first."

That hit a nerve.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Rhovan said with a sigh. "You handed her over to Wanda. You stood there and watched her get humiliated, mocked, beaten. You were silent when she looked to you for help. You allowed it to happen—and now you’re angry she hid her wolf?"

"That’s not the same," I argued, jaw tight.

"It is," he said firmly. "You both withheld something. The difference is that hers was done for a reason you haven’t bothered to find out, while yours wounded her."

My grip on my utensils faltered for half a second.

Rhovan continued, relentless now. "She’s not the only one who’s stubborn, Draven. What’s the difference between you and her if you keep acting like this?"

"The difference is," I growled inwardly, "I’m not trying to twist things to make her feel better about her actions."

"And I’m not trying to trick you," Rhovan snapped. "I’m your wolf, not your enemy. Everything I say is for your own good. Because in the end, you’re the one who will lose the most. Not her. You."

I clenched my jaw and exhaled hard through my nose, ignoring the way my heart thudded at those words.

"You need to swallow your pride and do the right thing," Rhovan said, gentler now. "You want her to submit? Then lead. Accept your part of the wrongs first, and she will follow."

"No," I shot back. "I’m done bending. She will need me. Eventually, she will come to me first."

There was a long pause.

Rhovan didn’t argue further. He just sighed—long, slow, disappointed—and went quiet.

The silence in my head was louder than ever. How could Rhovan say that I am the one who will lose the most in the end?

Meredith is the one who needs me. She begged me to train her, and in due time, she will find her way to my bedroom or my office.

And what did Rhovan say again about me having to tame my ego?

Seeing how Meredith was eating without a care in the world just to have the satisfaction of seeing me taunted while I could barely have a bite, I seriously doubted I was the one with pride issues.

She had to be the one.

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A few minutes later, I stood from the table without another word.

Behind me, I heard Dennis scrape his chair back.

"Brother," he said as he rose to his feet. "I need a word with you."

I didn’t pause. "Follow me."

Without glancing Meredith’s way, I exited the hall, footsteps hard against the polished floor as Dennis fell in beside me. He knew better than to crack one of his usual lighthearted comments. My mood was nothing close to tolerable.

I pushed open the door to my office, letting him step in behind me, then led us both toward the sitting area. I dropped into the corner of the sofa with a stiff exhale. Dennis took the opposite end.

I turned to him. "Well? Speak."

Dennis folded his arms and looked straight at me. "I’ve noticed something, and frankly, so has everyone else in this house. You and your wife haven’t been in good terms for two weeks now, and the tension is thick enough to slice with a knife."

I frowned. "And that’s supposed to be your business, how, exactly? I have an issue with Meredith. Not with anyone else."

"Yeah, and that issue is strong enough to rob everyone else of their peace," Dennis shot back. "Even the servants are walking on eggshells."

I grunted but said nothing.

"And if we’re being honest," he continued, "shouldn’t Meredith be the one mad at you? She’s got a justifiable reason to be."

My eyes narrowed. My gut told me something then—something I didn’t like. "Wait... Meredith hasn’t told you what she did to me?"

"Answer him," Rhovan growled in my mind, stern and unsparing. "You owe yourself that honesty."

And not just in the way a man wrongs a woman, but in the way a husband betrays a bond.

I had exposed her to her enemy.

I had made her feel small. I’d dismissed her pain for the sake of a lesson.

Rhovan didn’t even need to speak. His silence was heavy and judgmental.

I leaned back against the sofa, ran a hand down my face, then let it slide into my hair, fingers dragging through the long strands.

A low sigh rumbled out of my chest. Not frustration. Not even anger anymore.

Just... confusion.

How the hell was I supposed to go to her now?

What would I even say?

The thought of walking up to Meredith—head down, voice soft—and admitting I was wrong made my jaw tighten.

I wasn’t the type of man who apologized easily.

Not because I lacked remorse, but because I believed in the power of control. In structure. In authority.

And asking for forgiveness would mean loosening my grip on all of that.

It would bruise my pride.

"No," I corrected myself. It would shatter it.

But hadn’t I already shattered something far more precious? That wild light she used to have when she looked at me—burning with challenge but soft with trust—had dimmed because of me.

I exhaled again, slower this time.

She would only grow more spoiled if I kept tolerating her every rebellion, right? That’s what I told myself that I needed to rein her in, not indulge her.

But wasn’t that the same flawed thinking that put me here?

No one had ever tested my patience the way Meredith did. Not even the humans, with all their betrayals and wicked schemes, had gotten under my skin like she had.