The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Melting into His Kiss

Meredith.

"Draven!" I turned to him, exasperated. "What are you waiting for?"

He turned, calmly, deliberately. "I want to catch one, Meredith. Not scare them off," he said, reminding me of his goal.

I was stunned. My mouth opened, but I had no immediate words.

"Someone could get hurt," I said at last. "Someone innocent could die."

Draven’s eyes didn’t waver. "Then that person is destined to return to their ancestors."

I stared at him, heart thudding. That was harsh. But then again... he wasn’t like me.

I wanted to argue. I wanted to say he was being reckless and cold—but deep down, I also knew that Draven never made a decision lightly.

And if he was willing to risk casualties, it meant this plan held greater importance than I could fully grasp.

So, I let it go for now.

"You know more about this than I do," I murmured. "So, I won’t interfere."

He tilted his head, and I saw a hint of approval flicker behind his usually stoic features.

"When you become a warrior," he said, "then we will begin to think alike. Until then... I welcome your opposing views."

I managed a small smile, though my stomach was still knotted tight with nerves. "See you at the dinner table," I said, turning toward the door.

But just as I reached for the handle, I felt his hand wrap around my waist and pull me back gently.

His arms encircled me from behind, firm but warm.

My breath hitched. I couldn’t even take another step forward.

Draven said nothing. He just rested his forehead lightly against the back of my head, his silence speaking volumes.

His breath brushed softly against the side of my neck.

There was something different in the way he held me—not possessive like the Alpha, not demanding like a commander—but steady, quiet, unspoken—a rare moment of peace within the storm that had become our daily lives.

His warmth seeped into my spine, his heartbeat a slow, calm rhythm that somehow matched mine. I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to lean just slightly into him. Just slightly.

"You’ve been different lately," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

I felt his chest rise and fall behind me. "You mean calmer," he muttered against my hair.

"No," I smiled faintly, tilting my head just enough to glance at him over my shoulder. "I meant softer."

Draven huffed under his breath. "Don’t let anyone hear you say that."

"Too late," I teased. "The walls have ears."

A small chuckle escaped him—quiet, but real. Then one of his hands moved from my waist and slowly brushed the edge of my arm, fingers trailing the curve of my elbow.

I turned fully to face him, and we were standing so close now that I could see the subtle shadows beneath his silver eyes.

His gaze dropped to my lips, then returned to meet mine with that same unreadable expression he always wore—except this time, it wasn’t completely unreadable.

There was something softer there. Something warmer. Like fire that had lost its rage but retained its heat.

He raised one hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

My chest tightened, not in pain, not in panic, but in something else.

"I’ve missed this," I admitted before I could stop myself.

Draven’s hand lingered near my cheek. "Missed what?"

"This. Us. When we are not at each other’s throats."

His thumb grazed the side of my jaw. "It’s easier not to fight when you’re not always provoking me."

I rolled my eyes and swatted his arm playfully. "You started it."

"I apologized, didn’t I?" he replied, lowering his voice, as if teasing had suddenly turned into something more meaningful.

I looked into his eyes for a moment longer. "Yes. You did."

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