The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Close to Unlocking the Secret

[Meredith].

Felling the urge to use the bathroom, I left the living area and made my way towards it.

After I finished my business, I stepped into the bedroom, still drying my hands, and froze at the sight before me.

Draven was inside the bedroom, standing in the living area with his back turned to me. He was staring at the small ashtray on the table, the one holding the charred remnants of my grandmother’s letter.

Instantly, my stomach twisted. Of course, he would come looking for me.

The moment Draven sensed movement behind him, he turned slowly, and his gaze locked onto mine, calm and unreadable. His hands were buried casually in the pockets of his pants, but the tension in his shoulders said everything.

"What did you burn?" he asked.

The question hit me harder than his tone. I tried to act unaffected, fighting the urge to swallow saliva.

"The letter," I answered simply.

His brows pulled together in a faint frown as he stepped closer. "Why?"

I forced a lazy shrug I didn’t feel. "It’s just... a habit." Though my response wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t the complete truth either.

His eyes sharpened. He was not angry or even annoyed, just fully aware that I wasn’t telling him the truth. And that was worse. Much worse.

"What did the letter say?" he asked.

My throat dried instantly. I should have expected this—him probing deeper, refusing to let something slide just because it was ’mine.’

But normally, he gave me space. Normally, he didn’t corner me. But today, his whole aura felt different—stronger and heavier. As if he had closed the door on privacy entirely and decided he wanted answers, not distance.

I bit my lower lip—a small, betraying motion I shouldn’t have let slip. I wasn’t ready to talk about my grandmother. About anything the letter contained. Not now. Not like this.

Draven took a step toward me. Then another. His pace was unhurried, but each step stole a fraction of the space between us, tightening something inside my chest.

I quickly searched for something, anything to deflect him.

"When is the next full moon?" I blurted out.

He didn’t answer. He just kept walking.

That look in his eyes—cold, focused, and disturbingly unreadable—made my pulse jump.

It had been months since he looked at me like that, and I didn’t understand why it scared me.

Draven wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t violent with me. Every logical part of my brain knew that. But instinctively, I stepped back.

He kept advancing. I retreated again until the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed. I had nowhere else to go.

I stopped breathing for a moment.

Draven finally halted in front of me, towering over my frame, studying my expression with an intensity that felt like it cut straight through bone.

His voice was low when he spoke. "Why are you so afraid?"

"I’m not," I whispered.

He could see the lie right through it.

A brief silence followed, then he exhaled slowly, shaking his head as if disappointed—not in me, but in the situation.

"You’re supposed to be confident," he said quietly.

Then he leaned back the slightest bit, his gaze softening but his frown remaining.

"Don’t act like that around me," he said. "It makes me feel like I’m abusing you. Like I’m some kind of monster."

The words hit me deeper than I expected, and for a moment, guilt replaced my fear.

I understood the meaning behind Draven’s words immediately.

The kind of fear I had just shown him was the fear of a woman trapped with an abusive mate—the sort of fear I knew he had low-key sworn he would never inspire in me.

Five days. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Five days until my grandmother expects me.

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