The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Brotherly Banters in the Kitchen

~Third Person~

"Yes." His expression didn’t waver.

She blinked. "Draven, an Alpha in the kitchen to watch ice cream being made? That’s unheard of."

In other words, she was asking, ’Have you, an Alpha, got nothing better to do other than stepping foot into the kitchen to watch food bring prepared?’

"Then I will be the first Alpha to break that record," he replied smoothly, not even looking at the bigger picture. Or maybe, he simply didn’t care about his image.

Behind them, Dennis approached with the bags of fruit hanging heavily in both hands. He caught the last part of the conversation and grinned.

"Brother, the chefs are going to be uncomfortable with you looming in their space."

Draven looked at him without missing a beat. "Then they should leave the kitchen."

Dennis snorted, shaking his head, while Meredith only stared at Draven, caught between disbelief and a strange flutter of warmth at his words before they resumed their steps forward. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Dennis trailed behind them with the bags of fruit hanging heavy in his arms.

"Anything unusual at the market?" Draven slowed his stride just enough to glance back.

Dennis shook his head. "No. It was just the usual crowd; humans and a few wolves mixed in. There were no signs of threats."

Draven gave a single nod, then pushed open the kitchen doors.

The bustling room fell quiet at once. Chefs stiffened, hands pausing over bowls and knives, their gazes flicking nervously toward the Draven.

Meredith felt the tension immediately. "Draven," she murmured under her breath, "you’ve just frightened them."

Draven said nothing, just his usual expression of indifference, sitting on his face.

Dennis set the baskets down with a thud on the counter, and cut through the silence. "Relax, everyone. We are just here to make ice cream, not inspect the kitchen."

The chefs exchanged uneasy looks, but slowly returned to their tasks.

Meredith stepped closer to the counter, her eyes tracing over the bright pile of fruit. "So," she said, turning to Dennis, "where do we start?"

Dennis grinned. "With the basics; cream, sugar, and patience." The next second, he began pulling ingredients together and laying them out neatly.

Meredith leaned in with curiosity clear in her gaze and began asking questions here and there as he worked.

Draven remained a quiet presence beside them, arms folded, watching Meredith instead of the food being made.

His gaze followed the way her eyes lit with interest, the way her voice softened when she forgot to guard herself. It was a simple thing, yet it eased something in him.

When Dennis cracked a joke about how his version might taste like "frozen disaster," Meredith laughed, shaking her head.

The sound filled the kitchen, and for a brief moment, even the nervous chefs glanced over with faint smiles.

Draven didn’t smile, but his gaze warmed, steady on her.

Dennis threw his hands up in mock despair. "Actually? That’s all I get for slaving away over frozen cream?"

"That will be all," he said, his voice even but leaving no room for argument.

The chefs froze mid-motion, then they exchanged quick glances amongst themselves before bowing out one by one, quietly gathering their things.

Dennis raised both brows. "Seriously? You are clearing out the entire kitchen because I gave her ice cream?"

Draven didn’t look at him. His attention stayed on Meredith as he reached out, brushing his fingers lightly against her wrist. "I want a moment alone with my wife."

Meredith’s cheeks warmed at the quiet claim. She set the bowl down carefully, sensing the air shift as the last of the staff slipped out the door.

Dennis sighed loudly, shaking his head as he picked up his things. "One of these days, brother, you will have to learn to share."

Draven finally glanced at him, his tone dry. "If you don’t like being lonely, Dennis, go and get yourself a mate."

Dennis snorted. "See the kettle calling the pot black. You forget so soon how long you were single before the Moon Goddess finally showed you mercy and paired you with Meredith?"

A faint smirk curved Draven’s mouth. "I’ve forgotten so soon. What can you do about it?"

Dennis shook his head with a grin and walked out. "Fine. Just have the last words today."

Meredith smiled softly as she watched the exchange. The banter between the two brothers was rare, especially from someone as serious as Draven. And the warmth of it lingered with her.

This reminded her briefly, of the contrast with her own siblings, of the sharpness and bitterness she often faced from them. But she didn’t let the thought weigh her down now.

When the door finally shut, Draven’s hand brushed hers again. "Finally, some peace."