The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 595

Chapter 595: We Play Along

[Third Person].

Dinner ended in a strained quiet.

Chairs shifted against the marble floor. Servants moved in and out swiftly, clearing dishes with lowered heads.

Draven and Meredith did not speak until they reached their bedroom and the door shut firmly behind them.

Draven loosened the collar of his shirt and took a step toward the balcony, but Meredith’s voice stopped him.

"Your father knows."

He paused mid-step and turned slowly. "Knows what?"

"That I have a wolf."

His brows drew together at once. "How?"

Meredith moved further into the room, her expression thoughtful rather than alarmed.

"I noticed he wasn’t worried, not even a little, when mentioning the council’s condition. He pushed you, yes, but he wasn’t anxious," she revealed.

Draven remained silent, listening closely.

"At first, I thought he was plotting something worse," she continued. "So, I listened."

His eyes sharpened. "You read his thoughts?"

"I did."

"And?"

She met his gaze steadily. "He was thinking that he wanted to see how long we would hold out before you would come clean, and I would reveal my wolf to the council."

A long silence followed. Draven’s frown deepened as he processed it.

"But," Meredith added carefully, stepping closer, "I didn’t sense any malicious intent."

That gave him pause. "No malice?" he repeated.

"No. There was none directed at me. His plan felt rather strategic and calculated. But not destructive."

Draven exhaled slowly and paced once before stopping. "When," he muttered, "did he find out?"

Meredith’s thoughts drifted briefly before admitting, "I don’t know. He could have caught me on one of our early morning runs. But he knows."

Just then, another worry surfaced in Meredith’s heart.

"What if your father also knows about my fae blood?" she asked.

Draven shook his head almost immediately. "That would not be his focus."

She looked at him carefully as he stepped closer with a steady voice.

"My father is power-hungry. He will not harm you if you are useful to him."

The bluntness did not offend her. It made sense actually.

"To be fair," Draven continued, "it is unlikely he knows the deeper truth. If he knew you carry fae blood... or that your wolf is ancient... or that you are the reincarnation of the Wolf Queen—"

He paused for a moment before finishing, "He would not be this composed."

Meredith knew he was right. Randall was many things, but he was not subtle when it came to consolidating power.

"If he knew that," Draven added, "he would have already acted or tested you."

Instantly, she released a slow breath, and Draven’s expression shifted from a less wounded son to a more calculating heir.

"We can use this to our advantage," he said.

She tilted her head slightly. "Use it how?"

"And practical," he corrected. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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