The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: A Milestone

Meredith.

I kept my hands steady on the wheel, but my fingers were tense, as though gripping too tightly might help the car understand how important this was to me.

The engine hummed quietly beneath me. The road was mostly clear, the trees on either side looking more like blurs than real things. I was driving. Actually driving.

And for the first few minutes, my speed stayed below the limit of confidence. But slowly, it grew. Not recklessly. Just... enough.

Dennis leaned back in the passenger seat, one arm resting on the window. "So," he said casually, "how many pints of ice cream are you going to inhale once we get there?"

"Three," I replied without thinking. "Maybe four if I still feel like celebrating."

"Bold. Dangerous. I like it."

I smiled, but the curve faltered when I glanced at him, and the wheel veered slightly to the left.

"Whoa," Dennis said quickly, straightening. "Eyes on the road. You want to flirt with death, do it after we park."

I adjusted the car gently back into the lane. "You’re distracting."

"You’re not supposed to look at me when I talk. You’re supposed to respond like a proper driver—with fear and silence."

I huffed. "I’m fine."

"You veered off your lane twice."

"Minorly."

Dennis leaned back again and stretched. "Alright. I’m going quiet. The last thing I want is to die because I couldn’t shut up."

I glanced at him with mock offence. "Coward."

"Alive, coward," he muttered.

For a few minutes, we drove in silence. The wheels rolled smoothly, the road stretching ahead in a calm line. Then—

"This drive is long," I mumbled. "I’m bored. I might sleep off."

Dennis turned his head sharply. "Don’t you dare. I am not trained in vehicle CPR."

I grinned.

"Do you want to put on music?" He asked,

"No," I said immediately. "Too noisy."

Dennis blinked. "You don’t know music. That’s why."

"I know silence," I countered.

He reached for the console anyway. I swatted his hand away and put both hands firmly back on the steering wheel.

"Eyes," he warned.

"I’m aware."

He sighed and turned the music off again. "Fine. What do you want, then?"

I smiled without looking at him. "For you to keep talking."

He groaned dramatically. "You’re exhausting. I wish my brother could get half the trouble you give me."

"Believe me," I said sweetly, "you don’t get a quarter of what he has to deal with me."

Dennis chuckled, shaking his head. "It’s no wonder he’s grumpy most of the time."

"Your brother has always been grumpy," I said. "And arrogant. From the first day I met him."

"Sounds like love at first growl," Dennis smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "I’m choosing to ignore that."

"Well," he said, stretching his arms behind his head, "let’s just hope our relationship stays like this. I’d like to keep my sense of humour intact."

I chuckled under my breath.

He kept talking after that—random things, some jokes, a few sarcastic remarks about my posture behind the wheel—but he kept the mood light. And I liked that. It made the road feel shorter.

Somewhere past the tenth bend, I asked quietly, "Do you have a mate?"

I had realized that we have never talked about that subject because I’ve never asked about it.

He turned his head slowly, the humour in his face softening.

"No," he said, voice more subdued. "Not yet."

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