The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311: My Tricks Failed Me

Meredith.

I pushed myself up from the ground, brushing dirt from my palms, breathing harder than I wanted him to notice.

Draven’s sharp gaze followed me, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips, as if he already knew I would come at him again.

"Ready to fail again?" he asked calmly, stepping back into a stance.

My jaw tightened. "Not this time."

He moved first—always faster than I expected. His arm cut toward me, but instead of dodging the way he predicted, I dropped low, letting his strike cut through the air.

My fingers brushed the ground as a split-second decision was sparked.

’Fine. If I couldn’t beat him with strength, I would beat him with something else.’

I snatched a handful of sand from the training ground and hurled it straight at his face.

His eyes narrowed in surprise, but he reacted fast—too fast. He turned his head sharply to avoid the worst of it, his body twisting with the motion.

And in that single instant, his back was to me.

I surged forward and kicked hard, landing my foot against his back. The impact sent him a step forward—nothing that would topple a man like Draven, but enough to prove my point.

I straightened, breathless but grinning. "Looks like I won."

Draven turned slowly, brushing the dust from his shoulder. His expression was unreadable at first, his eyes dark and steady.

My smile wavered slightly until the corner of his mouth turned upward.

"You cheated," he said softly, almost amused.

"Or," I shot back, lifting my chin, "I adapted."

For a heartbeat, silence stretched between us, tension thick. Then Draven chuckled—a deep, genuine sound that made my chest flutter.

He dusted off his sleeve lightly. His eyes gleamed, sharp and knowing, as they settled back on me.

"That little stunt..." he drawled, circling me slowly, "smells a lot like Dennis’s influence. I wonder what he’s been teaching you behind my back."

I smirked, lifting my chin. "You’re just about to find out."

His smile deepened, dangerous and amused at once. "Then come."

I lunged, faster this time, aiming low for his legs, but he moved like water, sliding out of reach.

I spun, using the momentum to throw a kick, but he caught my ankle midair with maddening ease and pushed me back before I could blink.

I landed on my feet, breath coming sharper, but my pride wouldn’t let me stop.

I feinted left, then ducked right, my fingers darting for another handful of sand—but his boot nudged it away before I could grab it.

"No more of that," he murmured, eyes dancing.

Clenching my teeth, I tried again—an elbow strike, a spin, even pretending to stumble just to bait him, but nothing worked.

He countered every move as if he had seen it all before I even made it.

And worst of it all, he was smiling.

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