The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: The Winner

(Third Person POV).

Dennis opened his mouth to say something else—undoubtedly another teasing remark—but he snapped it shut when he caught the darkening shadow approaching behind Meredith.

Draven.

His steps were smooth, measured, but the tension in his shoulders was visible to anyone who cared enough to look.

His gaze was locked not on Dennis, but briefly on Meredith—assessing, unreadable—before shifting to his brother.

Dennis straightened like a guilty schoolboy but wore a crooked smile to mask it.

"Brother," he greeted lightly.

Draven didn’t answer. instead, he turned to Meredith. His cold gray eyes locked with hers for a moment that stretched too long, too heavy.

Meredith refused to drop her gaze. If he expected her to shrink away just because he was Alpha, he would be sorely disappointed.

Already, she was mad at him, at least he shouldn’t try to provoke her any further.

After what felt like an eternity, Draven spoke, his voice cutting cleanly through the charged air as he turned his gaze to his brother.

"The race will start soon."

Without waiting for a response, he moved past them, toward the horses where a few warriors were already adjusting the saddles.

"See you in a bit." Dennis winked playfully at Meredith, then jogged after his brother.

Meredith exhaled slowly, completely dissipating her irritation. She tried to understand if Draven had come over just to remind his brother about the race or just to show himself.

Meredith turned her attention back to the lawn.

Several horses had been led out now—sleek, powerful creatures, their manes brushed until they shone like silk.

Two black stallions stood at the center, snorting and stamping, their muscles bunching under glossy coats.

The warriors finished their final checks and backed away respectfully.

Under the other umbrella, by Meredith’s left, Wanda fussed over Xamira, pointing excitedly at Draven like some proud queen.

Meredith looked away, uninterested in her performance. Letting her gaze fall on her was a huge mistake in the first place.

Then her gaze caught Dennis struggling with a horse. He tried to climb it, but it grew a bit aggressive, snorting and moving its neck about restlessly.

Just then, Draven approached him and took over the reins of the horse before placing a hand on the stallion’s neck. And Meredith was once again reminded what Dennis told her about Draven being able to tame horses.

’It looks like he is doing that now,’ she thought to herself as she watched the scene with interest. She wanted to see how he does his charm.

The moment Draven started to caress the stallion’s neck, the restless animal stilled, nostrils flaring but submitting instantly to his quiet authority.

Meredith narrowed her gaze. "That looks easy," she mumbled to herself.

Kira overheard her and smiled. "You are right my lady, but it’s only with the Alpha. The horses don’t submit to the others."

Finally, Dennis mounted the horse with surprising ease. He looked natural in the saddle—relaxed, comfortable.

But it was Draven who truly commanded attention.

Meredith watched as he swung up onto the other horse’s back in one fluid motion. No stumbling, no coaxing, no hesitation.

The reins lay light in his fingers, yet the beast beneath him obeyed as if under a spell.

Around her, the warriors murmured softly in approval.

Kira leaned in and whispered to her "The Alpha is amazing, isn’t he?"

Meredith said nothing. She didn’t want to admit—even to herself—that the sight was... impressive.

Without a word, the brothers positioned their horses side-by-side, facing the long, open stretch of lawn that disappeared into the evening dawn.

Jeffery stepped forward, raising a small black flag.

"When I lower the flag," he called, "the race begins!"

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