The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Combat With Draven

Meredith.

The sun was merciless today, hanging low and bright over the training grounds, but it wasn’t nearly as merciless as the man currently wiping the floor with me.

Draven.

I still hadn’t figured out what changed in him. After weeks of that strange distance—of avoiding my gaze, of a coldness so heavy it made the air around us brittle—he had thawed. Not just thawed, either.

Now he teased me, smirked like Dennis would, and even had the gall to slap my backside every time I turned away from him in the wrong stance.

It started a week ago. The night he came into my room when my heat was unbearable, his scent the only thing that could calm the fire burning under my skin.

And afterwards... it was like something loosened inside him.

And now, here we were. His voice—infuriatingly calm—cut through my ragged breathing.

"Your glare is fierce today, little wolf," he drawled, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Tell me, am I the one who made you so weak that you’ve become my plaything on the sand?"

I ground my teeth so hard my jaw ached. "Arrogant brute," I hissed, lunging at him before the words even left my tongue. frёewebηovel.cѳm

He didn’t even bother to step back.

I swung, aiming for his face—he tilted his head lazily, and my fist met nothing but air. The bastard even chuckled under his breath.

My heart pounded, blood roaring in my ears. Again, I threw another punch, then another. Each time, his body moved like water: effortless, fluid, untouchable.

I must have been crazy to think I could land a punch on a seasonal warrior, an Alpha, who has been training since he was young.

"Come on, Meredith," he teased, voice deep and maddeningly amused. "Surely you can do better."

Every word stoked the fire in my chest. Heat flared across my skin, fuelled by frustration and something more dangerous—something embarrassingly close to excitement.

"Shut up!" I snapped and went low, twisting my hips to kick at his groin.

Fast as a whip, his hand caught my knee. His smirk widened, and he murmured, "Got you."

I snarled and swung my fist at the side of his head. He caught my wrist, turning it just enough to make me lose my balance.

"Got you again," he said, softer this time, but the amusement in his eyes burned hotter than the sun on my back.

So close. Too close. My heart hammered, chest tight. His scent—warm, dark, edged with something spicy—wrapped around me, made my head light.

I was so close to him that all I wanted to do was—

Bite.

Without thinking, I lunged forward, aiming to sink my teeth into that annoyingly perfect jaw. But his palm came up, covering my entire face, pressing lightly but firmly.

"Really?" he murmured, chuckling, his chest rumbling under his breath.

I froze, the tips of my ears burning with humiliation and something else I didn’t want to name.

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