The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 585

Chapter 585: Preparing for the Ball

[Meredith].

Minutes passed before Draven finally moved.

His gaze lifted from the floor and settled on me, sharp but strangely calm. "Transfer the recordings to my phone," he said.

I nodded immediately and did exactly that. My hands were steady as I sent every file over, even though my heart was not. When I handed his phone back to him, he took it without a word.

After another pause, he spoke again. "I will visit her tomorrow."

I looked at him, searching his face, then nodded. I thought it was a good idea—necessary, even. But I could not let him go unprepared.

"You will need to find a reason to send the caregiver away," I reminded him carefully. "If she overhears anything, she will report it to your father. And that could make things much worse for your mother."

He acknowledged it with a brief nod. "I know."

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. Azul entered quietly and set our dinner down before leaving. The food smelled warm and rich, but neither of us reacted much to it.

We ate in complete silence.

I watched Draven from the corner of my eye as he ate mechanically, his movements controlled, his expression unreadable, and wondered what thoughts were forming behind that calm exterior. And more importantly, when he would decide to act.

Because I knew one thing for certain. Draven would not let this go.

And as I sat there beside him, chewing food I could barely taste, I could not help but wonder how long it would take before his anger turned into something far more dangerous.

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The next morning, Draven and I went for our usual secret run. This time, we completed two full laps before stopping.

What surprised me wasn’t the extra distance; it was Draven’s mood. He seemed lighter and focused. Almost... calm. When we returned and shifted back, he even left the house with his father for a meeting with the Council of Elders.

I had not expected that.

After everything that had happened, I thought he would avoid Randall for at least a few more days. But watching him walk away beside his father, composed and unreadable, I realized something else was happening instead.

He was planning. And honestly, I did not want to know what was forming in his head. As long as he was not spiralling out of control, as long as he was steady, that was enough for me.

After breakfast, I invited my five maidservants—Azul, Kira, Deidra, Cora, and Arya—up to my bedroom.

Tomorrow was the Queen’s ball.

They helped me sort through gowns, fabrics, and accessories until we finally settled on everything: the outfit, the jewellery, the exact shade of lipstick, and even the hairstyle—soft, deliberate curls.

By the time they were done and dismissed, exhaustion hit me all at once. So, I intended to take a short nap, but ended up sleeping until evening.

I woke to the unmistakable presence of another in the room. When I opened my eyes, Draven was here.

I pushed myself up slightly, surprised. "When did you get back?"

"It’s been a while," he replied calmly.

I studied his face, searching for signs, then asked the question I had been holding back. "Did you go to see your mother?"

He nodded. "I went straight there after the meetings."

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