The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 486

Chapter 486: Selfish Lying Bastard

[Meredith].

Draven didn’t let go of my hand as we walked down the hallway. He didn’t speak, but I could feel the sharp but controlled tension radiating from him.

Dennis stayed behind, probably needing time to steady himself.

The elevator doors slid open. Draven gestured for me to enter first, and I stepped inside. He followed, tapping the button for our floor.

The instant the doors closed, the silence became suffocating.

Draven didn’t look at me at first. He stood beside me—still, rigid, his golden eyes fixed on the elevator doors. Yet I sensed his attention flickering towards me in small, sharp glances.

He could sense something was off, but I kept my gaze ahead, too tense to meet his eyes. My throat tightened as my thoughts solidly wrapped around what he was.

I crossed my arms subtly, not to protect myself from him, but because I suddenly felt cold.

And of course, Draven noticed. He turned fully toward me, his brows knitting slowly. "Meredith."

My heart stumbled. His voice was firm and too perceptive.

"You are withdrawing," he said quietly.

I stiffened, and he stepped closer, invading my space with a kind of gentle dominance that made my breath catch.

His fingers brushed my wrist—barely a touch, but enough to pin me in place.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

I forced my voice to stay even. "Nothing. I’m just... tired."

"Tired?" he repeated, as if tasting the word and finding it unconvincing.

He lowered his head slightly to search my eyes. "You’re pale. And you’re not breathing properly."

That startled me, but for only a moment. I inhaled sharply because he was right. I had been breathing too shallowly without realizing it.

"Something happened," he said, narrowing his eyes. "Something in there upset you."

I looked away, my pulse pounding. If he kept staring into my soul like that, I would crumble.

Just then, the elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. I exhaled in relief, but Draven didn’t move.

He blocked my path with his arm, his gaze still anchoring mine. "Meredith," he murmured, "don’t shut me out."

My chest tightened painfully. I wanted to tell him. But how could I?

How could I say that his mother sensed something ancient in me? How could I ask him if he had vampire blood without even understanding the implications myself?

How could I say that his entire identity might be different from what he believed?

I just couldn’t, not until I spoke to Valmora, not until I understood the truth. So I forced myself to meet his eyes and whispered:

"I’m really fine, Draven. Please... let’s just go."

He held my gaze for a moment longer, reading me, dissecting me, but finally stepped aside.

"Alright," he said quietly.

But the worry in his tone told me he didn’t believe a word. We walked in silence to our bedroom.

As soon as the door shut behind us, Draven turned to me again without wasting time.

"Did my mother say anything to you?" He tried again.

The lie burned in my throat. But inside, I apologized to him endlessly. ’I’m sorry. I just need time. Please understand without knowing why.’

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