The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: There Was Nothing

Meredith.

The walk back to the main house felt longer than it should have.

My arms still trembled faintly from gripping the training sword, and the weight of Draven’s words settled like an ache between my shoulders.

As I stepped into the hallway, cool stone under my boots, I nearly collided with Wanda.

She was pacing—phone pressed tightly to her ear, red-painted lips parted in sharp, clipped words I couldn’t quite catch. Her free hand twisted the edge of her dress, a gesture too raw for the perfectly polished witch I’d grown used to.

She looked up, caught me watching. For a moment, something flickered in her eyes — annoyance, maybe, or something closer to fear.

Then she stopped pacing, turned her back slightly, and muttered something low into the phone before hanging up.

Without missing a beat, she brushed past me, perfume sharp in the air between us.

I didn’t move or speak. Things were better off this way.

Since the day I had warned her at breakfast, Wanda hadn’t said a single word to me. I had no idea that my threats would affect her and keep her away from me for an entire week.

Silence was easier, cleaner and safer for both of us.

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Upstairs, my room felt like a refuge.

The door had barely clicked shut before my maidservants descended, eyes wide, voices overlapping:

"My lady, how was it?"

"Was it very hard?"

"Did the Alpha go easy on you?"

I set the practice sword gently against the wall and shook my head. "He didn’t. And it was... hard," I admitted.

Though I hadn’t expected Draven to easy on me. There was still Valmora watching my actions and attitude towards this training.

I couldn’t afford to slack off.

Their faces fell a little, worry pooling in their eyes.

"I will shower first," I added quickly, peeling off the damp training top. "On my own."

Deidra opened her mouth to protest, but Azul gently tugged her arm, nodding once.

The warm water stung against the raw patches on my palms and the bruises blossoming along my arms.

By the time I stepped out, the steam had settled, and my limbs felt heavy—but lighter, too.

Azul waited quietly with a small jar of pale ointment. Her hands were careful, cool, and gentle as she dabbed them over each bruise.

"These will fade soon," she murmured, almost to herself.

"They will," I agreed softly, though in truth, I knew they had be gone by evening. My wolf would see to that — even if Valmora still refused to speak most of the time, or show herself fully.

But I didn’t tell them. I couldn’t until I got a signal from the Wolf Queen.

Some secrets needed to stay caged a while longer.

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Lunch was brought up on a tray: warm bread, roasted meat, a small bowl of broth.

My stomach growled louder than I liked to admit, and I cleared the plate quickly, barely tasting each bite.

Deidra, eyes amused and faintly worried, tilted her head. "My lady... shall I ask for more?"

I wiped my mouth, nodding, the last of the broth warming my chest.

"Yes, but later," I murmured, rising unsteadily and walking to the bed.

Azul pulled back the covers, and as I lay down, muscles still sore and heart oddly light, I let out a slow breath.

~**Draven**~

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