The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 305

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“You won’t,” Rhovan replied.

“I don’t believe that.”

I drew in a breath, my voice rough as I admitted, “I can’t let that happen until I am certain I won’t harm her.”

Rhovan was silent for a long moment. Then his tone softened, steady and confident. “You don’t have to be

afraid. That will not happen again. Not now.”

My brows furrowed, my pulse still racing.

“Now that your love for her has been established,” he continued, “now that your bond has grown, and the storm

has passed, it is only right you mark her. And let her mark you.”

My chest tightened as Meredith stirred against me once more, her breath hot on my skin, the taste of her

words still lingering from earlier: You smell nice… maybe you taste nice too.

I shut my eyes briefly, fighting the pull.

Finally, I exhaled a long, slow breath. “Not like this. She’s drunk, and not in her right senses, Rhovan. I will think

about it another time.”

Rhovan didn’t argue, though I felt his approval in the silence.

Meredith’s breath settled slightly against my neck, though she still murmured incoherently, lips brushing my

skin.

I tightened my hold and steadied her. Then, deciding that this place wasn’t where she needed to be, I shifted

carefully, sliding one arm under her knees.

In one smooth motion, I lifted her against my chest. She stirred faintly, her head nestling into the hollow of

my shoulder, but she didn’t wake fully.

So, I stepped out of my study and let my strides carry me down the hall, and then towards the stairs, steady

and unhurried.

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Anyone who saw us would know better than to ask questions.

Finally arriving at my chambers, I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stepped inside. The familiar

heat of the room wrapped around us immediately.

I lowered her onto the bed with care, her silver hair fanning across the pillows. For a moment, I simply stood

there, looking down at her.

This was a woman who had so much strength in her, yet this morning, she was undone by the weight of her

past.

Letting out a sigh, I pulled the covers over her, tucking them gently around her shoulders. Her hand shifted

instinctively, searching. I caught it, held it for a moment, then set it softly back against the sheets.

She didn’t stir anymore.

Leaning down, I pressed a slow kiss to her forehead, breathing in her scent. “Sleep,” I whispered, my voice

barely a rasp. “You are safe here.”

~**Meredith**~

When I blinked awake, the first thing I saw was the ceiling.

A soft groan escaped my lips as I gently pushed myself up. My head throbbed, not unbearable but enough to

remind me that something had gone wrong earlier.

Then it dawned on me that this was Draven’s bedroom.

My heart skipped. ‘How… how did I end up

here?‘

Fragments of memory surged back, like shards of broken glass snapping into place.

My hand clutching a glass. The sweet creaminess on my tongue. The warmth of Draven’s embrace. His

unwavering gaze. His silence as I poured out my heart, confessions I had kept locked away for years, spilling

one after another.

And then… my lips on his neck.

Heat surged through me, mortification tightening my chest. “Oh gods,” I groaned, covering my face with both

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hands. “Why would I do that?”

I let my palms fall away, muttering under my breath, “Stupid drink. Who makes something so sweet that

dangerous?”

Another groan escaped, this one partly of self–pity, partly of resignation.

That was when I felt Valmora stir.

“How are you?” Valmora’s voice brushed softly through my mind, gentle and cautious, as if she didn’t want to

startle me.

I paused, then took a moment to honestly check myself inwardly. My chest, usually heavy after dredging up

old wounds, sensed strangely light. My shoulders didn’t ache with tension. My thoughts weren’t swirling like

a storm.

“I feel… lighter,” I whispered, almost surprised to hear my own voice admit it.

Valmora sighed with relief within me. “Good. That’s all that matters.”

I closed my eyes briefly. She was right. For the first time in years, I had ripped open every painful scar, let

them bleed, and instead of festering, something in me sensed healed.

My mind drifted to Mabel, to her furious face, to her words that had cut me like blades. But instead of the

usual ache or anger, I sensed only silence.

There was no trace of bitterness or resentment. Just… release.

I exhaled slowly. Maybe Draven hadn’t realized it, but listening to me–really listening–had done something I

never thought possible.

After a few moments of inward reflection, the door clicked open, and my head jerked towards it.

Draven stepped in, his strides calm and steady, carrying a small tray with a glass of water and a vial I didn’t

recognize.

His gaze found mine immediately, sharp as ever, but this time softer at the edges.

“You are awake,” he said, his voice low but firm, as though stating a fact he was relieved about.

I quickly sat up straighter, though my head protested with a dull throb. He noticed–of course, he noticed-

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