The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314: Finally Done Pouting

Meredith.

Draven’s gaze fixed on mine instantly. It was steadfast and warm—yet I saw the smirk forming at Dennis’s lips when he noticed my expression.

"Well, well," he drawled, folding his arms like he had all the time in the world.

"You look disappointed, Meredith. Don’t tell me you are upset I’m coming between you and your husband. It looks like you wanted this outing to be just the two of you."

My lips pressed into a thin line, the purse handle biting into my palm. "You are enjoying yourself far too much, Dennis."

"Of course, I am." His smirk deepened, clearly pleased at how sour my mood had turned. "You should see your face right now. Priceless."

I snapped back before I could stop myself. "Maybe you should find a hobby that doesn’t involve irritating me."

"Oh, but where is the fun in that—"

"Dennis," Draven’s voice interrupted, firm and filled with warning. "Enough. Stop teasing my wife."

For a moment, Dennis lifted his hands in mock surrender, but the gleam in his eyes said he wasn’t done yet.

I wasn’t comforted, not entirely comforted. My chest tightened, frustration simmering under my skin.

Then, I turned to Draven, meeting his gaze squarely. "Isn’t this outing supposed to be just us two?"

The words hung heavily between us, and for a moment, I felt brave for saying them aloud.

Then the deep roar of an engine tore through the air. All three of us turned. A sleek black racing car glided up behind the parked vehicles, its polished frame gleaming in the morning light. I recognized it immediately—one I had only ever seen on TV.

The tinted window slid down, and to my shock, Jeffery was behind the wheel, one hand draped lazily over the steering wheel.

"Dennis!" Jeffery shouted, his voice carrying easily.

Dennis chuckled, the sound infuriatingly smug. Then he shot me one last look. "Looks like you will be getting your wish, Meredith. Enjoy your little date."

And before I could come up with a retort, he strode off and slid into the passenger seat.

The engine roared again, and in two seconds, the car shot forward, vanishing down the drive, leaving only a sharp trail of exhaust and my lingering irritation behind.

Draven pulled the door of the first car open and looked at me. "Get in," he said, his voice steady but gentle.

I let out a long sigh, more from my own sulking than anything else, and slid into the seat.

He closed the door firmly behind me, and through the windshield I watched him walk around the hood of the car. His steps were unhurried, calm, as though nothing in the world could shake him.

The driver’s side door opened, and he climbed in, buckling his seatbelt in one smooth motion. His hand reached for the ignition, then he glanced at me. "Seatbelt," he reminded.

I rolled my eyes a little but pulled it across my chest and clicked it into place.

He started the car, the low hum filling the air. Then, as if he had been watching my mood all along, he turned his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at his mouth.

"Smile," he motioned to me.

Instead of doing exactly what he wanted, I narrowed my eyes at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm, and eased the car forward. And then, I turned to the side mirror and caught sight of the two black cars trailing close behind.

"Don’t pout," Draven said as the car rolled out of the gates. His tone wasn’t sharp. It was more like he was amused.

I turned toward him with a slight huff. "It’s your fault that your brother teased me."

The corner of his mouth tugged upward. He didn’t deny it.

I braced myself, already rehearsing what I would throw back when he tried to justify himself. But instead, his voice came low and steady, "You are right. I’m sorry."

I blinked at him, my frown deepening. That wasn’t what I was expecting at all.

I had prepared to argue, to throw in a few more retorts, maybe even make him squirm a little. But an apology?

Now I was stuck, caught between being annoyed and not knowing what to do with his sudden surrender.

My lips pressed together. ’Great.’ He had stolen the satisfaction right out of the moment.

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The ride to the mall felt shorter than I expected, maybe because I spent most of it stealing sideways glances at Draven while pretending to look out the window.

By the time the car rolled into the underground parking lot, the two black cars slid in behind us, the sound of their engines echoing off the walls.

As Draven cut the ignition, I sighed quietly, knowing those men would trail us everywhere we went.

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