The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441: I Barely Held Myself Still

[Meredith].

Draven’s gaze stayed fixed on me, unreadable and far too perceptive.

"Why does your grandmother want to see you on such an auspicious day?" he asked.

That question was too close to the mark. However, I forced a small shrug. "I don’t know."

And for once, it wasn’t a lie.

I had guesses, guesses tied to the Lunar Curse, to my wolf, to things my grandmother had hinted at for years. But I couldn’t say any of that, not when I had no idea how much she wanted me to reveal.

Draven didn’t respond. He simply nodded, slow and faintly knowing, as if my answer had confirmed something for him rather than hidden it.

The silence stretched too long, so I exhaled and spoke more formally, "I will be going to see her in five days."

His eyes flickered. "Where does she live?"

"The outskirts of the Moonstone pack."

"And why there—" Then he stopped himself, nodding as if the answer clicked into place.

"Right. You said she values her privacy."

Relief loosened something tight in my chest. But then, he spoke again.

"Of course you can visit her," he said with a soft smile. "But I will come with you."

My heart lurched at his second statement. I straightened instinctively. "No— I mean... it’s not necessary."

My excuse was useless.

Draven’s brows lifted. "How can I allow my mate—my queen, to travel that far alone?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks, as irritation and panic tangled together. Still, I tried again.

"She doesn’t know you," I insisted. "She will be uncomfortable with you appearing unannounced."

Draven didn’t even flinch. "I married you without meeting her once," he replied. "It is long overdue that I greet the woman who raised my mate."

I shook my head quickly. "Another time—"

"No," he said simply warmly, and immovably. "But if you feel she will be uncomfortable, then send her a letter. Tell her I will be accompanying you."

I blinked at his statement which I found too blatant. But the next second, I understood that this could be a test.

Because what kind of woman asks permission from her grandmother before bringing her own husband? Unless she had something to hide.

I refused to fall for it. "There’s no need for that," I said firmly.

Draven smirked—the kind of knowing smirk that made me want to wrap myself in iron and shield every secret I had.

"Don’t be mad," he murmured.

"I’m not," I said instantly.

Then, he stepped closer, reached out, and pinched my nose lightly before I could dodge.

I scowled and swatted at his hand, but he withdrew before I could touch him.

"See?" he said, his eyes warm, amused. "I was right. You are mad."

I narrowed my eyes at him, even though the corner of my mouth betrayed me with the faintest twitch.

And Draven’s smirk deepened because he knew he had caught me. But a moment later, his voice came out soft.

"Don’t be mad at me," he murmured. A quiet sigh escaped him as he looked away, his jaw tightening for the briefest second.

"I have a feeling your grandmother is already mad at me. Especially for the way I forced you into marriage."

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