The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318: The Hunger Clawing at Me

Meredith.

My skin tingled, overly sensitive, and when I thought of Draven, his hands on my face earlier, his mouth on mine, the way his voice dropped low when he teased me, the warmth surged so suddenly I had to clench my fists into the blanket.

Valmora’s words from the car echoed in my head. ’You will go into heat tonight.’

I let out a shaky breath. "So this is what you meant," I whispered to myself.

It wasn’t just nerves attacking me. It was hunger, curling deep inside me, demanding and growing.

But it wasn’t unbearable, at least not yet. Instead, it gave me an odd sense of power—like a whisper daring me to stop holding back.

I imagined sitting beside Draven at dinner and not looking away from his piercing gaze. I imagined leaning closer, speaking first, maybe even catching him off-guard for once.

The thought made me smile and blush all at once.

A knock at the door startled me, one of the maids announcing that dinner would be ready soon.

I answered softly, then looked at myself through my phone’s camera. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes brighter than usual, almost glowing.

I felt different—alive and restless. Ready to test myself against the man waiting downstairs.

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A few minutes later, I stepped out of my room once I was dressed, but the warmth in my body refused to settle.

The simple dress I wore felt like it clung too much, like it was drawing attention I wasn’t used to. My pulse was quicker than normal, but I kept my chin up as I descended the stairs.

Halfway down on the last staircase, the door to Draven’s study opened. He stepped out and shut it behind him. And his eyes immediately found me.

For a moment, he just watched, his gaze steady and unreadable, but it made the heat in me flare higher.

"You are ready," he said, his tone calm, but there was something else in his voice. Something heavier.

I nodded, trying to ignore how flustered I felt under that gaze. "Yes."

As I reached the final step, he approached me. His calm, self-possessed and purposeful manner unsettled me more than if he had spoken a hundred words.

"You look flushed," he observed, his hand lifting as though he meant to check my forehead.

I froze instantly, my heart leaping to my throat as he lightly brushed the back of his fingers across my cheek, and the contact nearly caused my knees to weaken.

"It’s nothing," I said hurriedly, forcing a small smile. "Probably just from rushing to get ready."

He studied me longer than I could bear, as if he could see through the excuse. But just then, his hand dropped, lingering near my jaw before pulling away.

"If you say so." His lips curved slightly, not quite a smile, more like he had caught on to something but chose to leave it alone.

I couldn’t stop myself from meeting his gaze. I didn’t look away this time no matter how restless the warmth in my chest was.

"Let’s go," Draven finally said, offering his arm.

I slipped my hand through. His strength under my palm steadied me, but also fed that heat crawling up my skin as we made our way to the dining hall.

When we arrived at the hall, the doors opened, and as usual, everyone inside stood up. Chairs scraped back against the floor in unison.

Draven didn’t even pause; his presence was enough. He walked straight to the head of the dining table, and I followed him, sliding into the seat at his right after he sat.

The others, Dennis, Jeffery, Gary, and Mabel, reclaimed their seats once Draven gave the slightest nod. The servants moved quickly, setting out the first course.

I quickly stabbed at a carrot on my plate, completely flustered. ’Pull yourself together, Meredith.’

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