The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 495

Chapter 495: A Protective Grandmother

[Third Person].

At first, Meredith was taken aback by Dennis’s sudden question through the mind link. But the next second, she nearly burst out laughing.

A sharp ripple of amusement echoed back at him through the bond before she managed to rein it in. Outwardly, she remained composed, smiling softly as her grandmother continued speaking, nodding along as if fully engrossed.

’Why would you even think that?" Meredith asked, her tone still laced with suppressed laughter.

Dennis frowned, glancing again at the old woman. "Because she just exposed my entire lack of a love life in one sentence," he replied. "That’s not normal. And don’t pretend otherwise—your grandmother is scary."

Meredith laughed again through the link, quieter this time. "She’s not scary."

"Of course, she is not scary to you. I’m not surprised. That’s expected of you," Dennis shot back. "After all, you are her granddaughter."

Meredith bit the inside of her cheek, her smile deepening as her grandmother reached out to pat her hand fondly, her expression warm and pleased.

Dennis watched the exchange with a new level of caution.

On the other hand, Draven had been quiet for long enough. He could feel it, clear as a low hum under his skin, that Meredith’s grandmother did not like him. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

She disapproved of him, and he knew better than to sit still while the only family his mate truly loved judged him in silence.

Having taken a mental decision, he straightened slightly in his seat and addressed the old woman directly.

"I know my coming here is without notice. But I brought gifts for you," he said calmly.

The room stilled for a moment as Meredith’s head turned toward him at once, with surprise flickering across her face.

She hadn’t known that Draven had secretly prepared gifts for her grandmother. And somehow, that made the gesture strike deeper than anything grander might have. Unfortunately, her grandma didn’t look impressed.

"I don’t care for gifts," she replied flatly.

Instantly, Meredith snapped her gaze back to her grandma. Then her fingers tightened around her hand—a small, instinctive squeeze.

The old woman understood her silent plea, so she sighed, long and restrained, then waved a dismissive hand.

"Fine. Let me see them."

Relief passed through Draven’s chest, though he kept it off his face. He lifted his hand slightly, signalling.

Azul and Deidra bowed and stepped away at once.

When they returned, they were accompanied by two local servants, their arms filled with carefully wrapped items.

The gifts were placed respectfully before the old woman—bundles of dried herbs bound with twine, warm handwoven cloaks suited for colder nights, rare medicinal roots preserved in oil, and small jars of salves infused with moon-grown plants.

Draven spoke without boast as each was revealed. He explained where the herbs came from, how they were grown far from polluted lands.

He also mentioned the cloaks were chosen for warmth without weight. The salves, he said, were prepared for aching joints and restless sleep.

Every word carried intention.

Meredith watched him quietly, her throat tightening. He hadn’t prepared these as a gesture of status or obligation. He had done it because he knew this woman mattered to her.

Meanwhile, the old woman examined everything in silence without a smile. She did not even praise Draven, no matter her satisfaction.

At last, she lifted her head. "I can see your consideration," she said. "And the effort."

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