The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: An Understanding Husband

Meredith.

After spending almost my entire day with Xamira, I decided to go find Draven in his bedroom.

The bedroom was already softly lit when I entered, and the first thing I saw was Dennis kneeling beside Draven’s travel bag, struggling to stuff a pair of boots in alongside folded clothes.

Draven stood nearby, watching his brother with an expression of mild amusement and exasperation.

Dennis looked up as I stepped in and grinned.

"Well, look who’s here," he said, rising to his feet and brushing imaginary dust off his hands.

"Have you heard? I will be your esteemed combat instructor while your husband’s away."

I arched a brow but smiled back. "Yes, I’ve heard."

Dennis placed a hand over his chest in mock solemnity. "Don’t worry, I will go easy on you. Nothing to be afraid of."

I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn’t afraid of him—or anyone else for that matter—but Draven’s voice beat me to it.

"Dennis," he said, tone sharp and clear, "you’re not to go easy or hard on her. You are to train her. Spar with her. That’s it."

Dennis blinked, then turned toward his brother with a look of mock hurt. "You doubt my professionalism?"

Draven gave him a flat stare. "I doubt your maturity."

"Oh, please," Dennis said, flinging his arms in the air. "One offhand joke and suddenly I’m unfit to train the lady of the house?"

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the bickering with a soft smile tugging at my lips.

There was something deeply comforting about the way they bantered—like two boys caught in a power struggle only they understood.

And yet, beneath the teasing, there was brotherly trust and unspoken understanding.

A strange ache twisted in my chest.

How I wished I had this with my own siblings. But no—my sisters were my competition, and my brother was a threat cloaked in shared blood.

We were nothing like this. We were sharp smiles, cold wars, and poisonous intentions.

Well, I didn’t even stand a chance against any of them.

Dennis finally lifted his arms in surrender. "Alright, alright," he muttered, stepping away from the bag. "I will be the best trainer this estate has ever seen."

Then he helped Draven fold the last of the garments and lock the travel bag neatly.

After a quick nod of approval, Dennis turned to me, gave a slight bow, and said with a wink, "See you at training, my lady."

Then he sauntered out, humming to himself as he shut the door behind him.

Draven crossed the room and settled beside me on the bed, his presence immediately grounding.

Without warning, he leaned in and stole a kiss—soft and quick. It was more like a tease.

"You owe me something," he murmured against my lips.

I tilted my head, frowning slightly. "What?"

"You promised me I’d meet your wolf after I caught the vampires."

The breath caught in my throat. I hadn’t forgotten—I just hadn’t expected him to bring it up so soon.

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