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

Chapter 305: Something Lighter

Draven.

"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.

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."

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~**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.

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

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

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