The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: First Friendly Visitors

Meredith.

"Do it. Flip the table. They deserve it."

The words echoed through my mind like a lingering whisper, pulling me from the depths of sleep.

I inhaled sharply, my body tensing as my eyes fluttered open. My gaze darted across the dimly lit room, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

It took me a moment to realize—I had been dreaming.

A slow exhale slipped past my lips.

I pressed my palms against the soft sheets, grounding myself as the hazy remnants of the dream clung to the edges of my mind. But as I sat there, the voice’s words replayed again, dragging me back to the banquet hall—the laughter, the insults, the burning shame of the spilled wine.

My fingers curled into the sheets.

Had I really been about to flip the table? Would I have actually done it if Draven hadn’t stopped me?

I hesitated before whispering internally, Was that my wolf?

The thought sent a ripple of something—hope, fear, uncertainty—through my chest.

Tentatively, I tested my thoughts. Hello... are you there?

Silence.

I swallowed, waiting. Listening. But nothing out of the ordinary happened.

A scoff escaped me. Of course not.

If I had a wolf, I would have felt her years ago.

Still, the unsettling weight in my chest remained.

I pushed the sheets aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet pressing against the cool floor. My gaze flickered to the small dining table across the room.

It wasn’t the same as the banquet table, but the memory of my grip on the edges, the raw frustration coursing through me, was still fresh.

Slowly, I stood and walked to the small dining area a few feet from my bed.

I placed both hands on the edge of the table, tightening my grip as I had done last night. Then, I pushed. But the table didn’t budge.

I gritted my teeth and tried again, pressing my weight into it, forcing my muscles to strain, still nothing. The wood remained firm, unmoving.

A sharp pang of frustration shot through me.

I had felt something last night—something powerful, something real. So why couldn’t I feel it now?

A defeated sigh left my lips as I loosened my grip.

Then, a sudden flutter of feathers caught my attention.

I turned toward the window, just in time to see two small birds landing on the sill. Their tiny feet gripped the edge as they chirped softly, tilting their heads.

My frustration eased slightly.

For the first time in weeks, a small smile tugged at my lips.

Moving carefully, I pulled a stool to the window and settled onto it. The birds didn’t fly away.

I lowered my head slightly, meeting their tiny black eyes. "Hi there," I murmured.

The birds continued chirping, their little bodies fluffing up as they adjusted themselves.

A soft chuckle escaped me. "You’re my first friendly visitors since I arrived here."

One of them fluttered its wings before tucking them back.

I hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out a hand toward one of them, but it quickly hopped away.

A breathy laugh slipped from my lips. "Alright, I get it. No touching." I leaned back slightly. "But I promise I’m harmless."

The birds chirped again.

I tilted my head slightly. "Are you thirsty?"

Of course, they couldn’t answer, but something in their restless shifting made me act.

I stood and walked over to the small dining area, pouring some water into a glass. Returning to the window, I set it down carefully.

Then, I moved away and sat on the edge of the bed, watching.

For a few seconds, the birds remained still, as if debating whether to trust me.

Then, one cautiously hopped forward.

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