The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 430

Chapter 430: What Draven Wants

[Meredith].

Today, I wanted calm, not glamour. So, I reached for the powder, dusted it lightly across my cheeks, then traced a line of nude lipstick over my lips.

When I leaned back, the effect was soft, almost serene.

My long silver hair hung loose down my back. I gathered it up, twisted it into a messy updo, and pinned it in place, a few strands escaping to frame my face.

A faint smile tugged at my lips—it was imperfect, but I liked it that way.

Next came the perfume: a hint of strawberry misted at my pulse. Then, from the jewellery shelf, I picked a gold wristwatch and a pair of tiny full-stop earrings.

As I clasped the watch around my wrist and raised the first earring, the sound of the door opening reached me.

I looked up—and there he was.

Draven stood in the doorway, a towel knotted loosely around his waist, his hair damp and tousled from the shower. Droplets still clung to his collarbone, catching the morning light.

Our eyes met in the mirror. He didn’t speak at first; instead, he just watched me, the corner of his mouth curving slightly.

"You are already dressed," he said finally, voice low and faintly teasing.

I turned slightly toward him, the earring still in my fingers. "Someone had to set an example. Or were you hoping for a different view?"

He chuckled and walked closer, the quiet confidence of his steps filling the room. When he reached me, he leaned one hand against the vanity table beside my arm, lowering his gaze until his reflection hovered just behind mine.

"I thought I was the one who set examples," he murmured.

"Well, for this moment, you are the one who ignores them," I countered softly.

His reflection smiled; his real lips were inches from my ear. "Only when it comes to you."

The air between us thickened. Draven’s nearness carried a quiet gravity; his breath brushed the side of my neck before he even spoke.

I fastened the earring quickly, trying to hide the small tremor in my hand.

"You smell like strawberries," he murmured, the words half a whisper, half a sigh. "Sweet enough to eat."

I smiled faintly, catching his reflection in the mirror. "Careful. You will be late for breakfast if you keep thinking about food."

"I wasn’t talking about breakfast."

His voice had dropped to that low, playful timbre that always made my pulse quicken. I tilted my head just enough to meet his eyes in the mirror. I understood him clearly now.

"Then you will have to wait until later tonight," I said softly.

That single word changed the air between us. His hand slid lightly along my arm until it found my fingers.

"Promise me," he said quietly, his tone halfway between teasing and serious.

I turned my head a little, smiling despite myself. "I promise."

He didn’t seem entirely convinced; instead, he leaned closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His lips brushed my cheek, then the curve of my neck, sending small shivers that tangled with laughter I couldn’t hold in.

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