The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 448

Chapter 448: Small Sparks of Tension

[Meredith].

My heartbeat finally slowed.

The world had gone quiet, except for the soft rhythm of Draven’s breathing against my neck and the faint thrum of my own pulse still racing from everything we had just done.

His arms remained wrapped around me, heavy and warm, anchoring me against his chest as though he refused to let even air come between us.

I didn’t mind. I didn’t think I ever would.

His breath brushed over my shoulder, still uneven, still hot. When he finally spoke, his voice was low—a deep rumble that vibrated through me.

"You’re trembling," he murmured.

I didn’t realize it until he said it.

"I’m fine," I whispered, though my voice came out softer than I expected, almost shy.

His hand slid up my back, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing my spine as though memorizing every inch.

"Are you sure?" he pressed gently.

I nodded against him.

He exhaled, the sound full and satisfied, and pressed a slow kiss to the top of my shoulder, the kind that wasn’t heated anymore, but reverent, as if he was thanking the Moon Goddess for me.

For a while, neither of us spoke.

We simply lay there, tangled limbs and tangled breaths, letting the warmth between us settle into something softer, something peaceful.

Eventually, Draven shifted, brushing a few strands of my hair away from my damp forehead. When I lifted my gaze, he was watching me with a look I had never forgotten from the very first night we shared a bed as a real couple.

Tender, possessive and gentle in ways only I would ever see.

"You’re beautiful," he said simply.

My cheeks warmed traitorously, and I rolled my eyes in a pathetic attempt to hide it.

"Don’t look at me like that," I muttered.

"And why not?" he asked, genuine amusement flickering in his expression.

"Because..." I stopped myself. ’Because I will melt, I will blush, and I will never win against you.’

He smirked as if he had heard all of those unspoken confessions.

His thumb brushed my cheek. "We should get up," he said softly. "It’s close to dinner time."

I blinked, disoriented for a second. ’Dinner? Already?’

"I don’t think my legs can move," I whispered without thinking.

His expression shifted into something dangerously close to pride. "Then I will carry you," he said, effortlessly smug.

I smacked his chest lightly. "Don’t you dare."

He laughed, honestly laughed—a deep sound that vibrated against my ribs.

Then he slid out of bed first, grabbing the discarded sheet and wrapping it securely around my body before helping me sit up. His hands were gentle in a way no one would ever believe of him.

"I will shower first," he said, still holding the sheet around me as if I’d fall apart without him.

"Then I will come help you."

I caught his wrist. "You don’t have to help."

He leaned down, kissed my forehead, and murmured, "I want to."

Something inside my chest fluttered helplessly and warmly. Then, he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the room.

I touched my lips, my cheeks, my racing heart.

I had lost myself in ways my emotions had never taken me. I rode Draven. Tonight had been so intense.

And now, dinner awaited—dinner where everyone would see me and know.

I inhaled slowly. "It’s fine," I told myself. "You are Draven’s mate. His wife. His Luna."

But that image has refused to leave my mind.

Steam drifted out from the inner room door, carrying the faint scent of sandalwood and Draven’s warmth with it.

I tightened the sheet around myself, feeling ridiculous for how my heart was thumping again. After everything we had just done—the boldness I had shown, the way I had ridden him shamelessly. And now I was nervous?

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify