The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507: He Knew Everything

[Draven].

I didn’t answer that question immediately.

Meredith’s face flashed in my mind. Her silver hair. Her careful smiles. The way she had looked at me this morning—open, calm, and hiding something I couldn’t yet touch.

"I adapt," I said at last.

"That wasn’t my question."

I felt the deliberate press, the pressure. The kind meant to provoke. But instead of getting riled up, I folded my hands loosely.

"If you are asking whether I control what is mine, the answer is no."

Her brow lifted slightly. "Interesting choice of words."

"I don’t own my wife," I continued. "I protect her."

"And if protection becomes a cage?" she asked.

My pulse ticked faster, but my voice remained steady. "Then I have failed."

Silence settled between us, and for a few seconds, no one spoke. Then finally, she leaned forward just a fraction, her fingers tightening around the walking stick.

"You speak well," she said. "Most men with power mistake restraint for weakness, but you do not."

"I learned the cost of confusing the two," I replied.

Her smile returned, sharper this time.

"Good," she said. "Then perhaps you will survive loving my granddaughter."

There it was, the first actual strike.

I straightened up and said, "I don’t intend to merely survive it."

She chuckled softly. "That’s bold. But tell me this, Alpha, if the woman you love becomes more than you understand, will you demand answers?"

I didn’t hesitate. "No."

Her head tilted, second-guessing my response, as if she really wanted to know what was going on in my head.

"You wouldn’t want to know?"

"I would," I corrected her. "But I would wait for her to choose to tell me."

Another long pause followed, then, quietly, she asked, "And if that waiting wounds you?"

I swallowed once. "Then that is my burden. Not hers."

For the first time, something—calculation, in her expression shifted.

"Restraint," she murmured. "Patience. Loyalty." Then she tapped the walking stick lightly against the floor.

"Very well, Alpha Draven," she said. "For now, you pass."

My chest tightened. "For now?"

She smiled, inscrutable. "A Queen is not chosen by love alone. Nor is a King."

I rose slowly to my feet. "If you intend to keep testing me, at least tell me what the exam is."

She laughed softly, like she already knew everything. "Oh," she said. "You’re already in it."

I didn’t move right away. Something about her stillness made it feel like standing was a mistake, as if this space belonged to her patience, and not my authority.

"How am I doing," I asked finally, "with this... exam of yours?"

Her smile deepened, slow and measured.

"I’m not surprised you’re passing," she said. "I wouldn’t have expected anything less from someone like you."

The words should have pleased me, instead, they unsettled me. "Someone like me?" I repeated.

She didn’t answer. She only tilted her head slightly, as if listening to something beneath my voice. Then she spoke again. "Sit, Alpha."

I obeyed her. Then, without waiting for her to continue or start up another conversation without another round of questioning, I took the reins.

"I feel," I said after a moment, the words leaving me before I could reconsider, "like I’ve lost my aura. My edge. Since the moment I stepped foot here."

She nodded once. "That means you are exactly where you should be."

My brow furrowed. "That doesn’t sound reassuring."

"It isn’t meant to be," she replied calmly. Then she leaned forward, just slightly. "Search your heart. Your spirit. What does it tell you about this place?"

I hesitated for a moment, then I stopped holding back.

"It doesn’t feel like part of Stormveil," I said. "It doesn’t feel like any werewolf land I’ve known."

Her expression didn’t change.

"The silence is different," I continued. "The air. The people. There’s power here, but it’s not loud. It doesn’t challenge me. It actually ignores me."

The corners of her lips curved. "So?"

"So this village doesn’t belong to werewolves."

Still, she didn’t flinch. Encouraged, or perhaps already too far in, I added quietly, "You are not one, are you?"

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