The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 578

Chapter 578: Draven’s Wrath (II)

[Third Person].

Rhovan did not answer; he withdrew deeper into the recesses of his mind, silent and guarded.

That silence enraged Draven more than words ever could.

"So even my wolf kept it from me," Draven growled as he rose to his feet again. "Do you know what that makes me, Meredith? Not even fully one thing. Not fully wolf. Not fully anything."

His jaw tightened, and his hands flexed as he began pacing the room.

"I should confront my father," he said, the words sharp and impulsive. "Now. Tonight."

Meredith moved instantly, stepping into his path. "No," she said firmly.

Draven stopped short, eyes blazing. "No?"

"This is not the time," Meredith continued, forcing calm into her voice. "You are angry, and you have every right to be, but confronting your father now would be reckless."

He let out a harsh laugh. "Reckless?"

"Yes," she said. "Because you don’t have enough evidence. Not yet. And because your mother is still considered... unstable."

Draven’s expression darkened.

"If you confront him without proof," Meredith went on, "he can dismiss everything. Use her condition against her. Against you." She swallowed. "Or worse, he could decide she’s too dangerous to keep alive."

That last statement landed hard enough to stop Draven’s pacing.

For a brief moment, something like fear flickered across his face, not for himself, but for the woman who had just been revealed to him as more than he ever imagined.

His hands clenched again. "So what?" he snapped. "I’m supposed to swallow this? Endure it?" His voice rose. "Carry this—this illegitimate blood in my veins and pretend it doesn’t exist?"

Meredith opened her mouth, but no words escaped. She did not know how to respond to him—neither by lying nor by causing him more pain.

And that hesitation was all it took his temper to flare violently.

Power surged through him, wolf and vampire blood collided instead of harmonizing. His eyes darkened, pupils narrowing, and then his canines elongated unmistakably.

Meredith’s heart skipped from shock. She had never seen this side of Draven, never seen his control crack like this, even back in those days she used to provoke him to wrath.

Instinctively, she took two steps back, and that was the movement that snapped him out of it.

Draven sucked in a sharp breath, realization slamming into him as he felt his own fangs against his lower lip. His chest rose and fell as he forced the power down—forced himself back into control.

Slowly, painfully, his teeth retracted.

The room fell silent.

"I—" His voice broke off. He closed his eyes briefly, then looked at her, something raw and fractured in his gaze. "I need space."

Meredith didn’t move or try to argue with him. She was still trying to recover from the shock.

"Please," he added, quietly now. "If I stay here, I will explode. And I don’t want you anywhere near me when that happens."

She nodded in understanding.

Draven turned without another word and strode toward the door. It opened sharply, then shut behind him with finality.

She lifted a hand slowly and pressed it to her sternum, exhaling. ’That wasn’t just anger,’ she thought. ’That was him losing his footing.’

Meredith’s fingers curled into her palm as she concluded, ’He’s unstable right now.’

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