The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 627

Chapter 627: Saving Her King (VI)

[Third Person].

Draven did not hesitate. He retaliated instantly, speed colliding with speed.

His claws sliced through the air where her throat had been a heartbeat earlier. The impact of their blows cracked the stone beneath their feet.

They were evenly matched—at first. Draven’s movements were precise, powerful and controlled.

Estella smiled through the clash, then she disappeared. She reappeared at his flank, slashing, but he blocked it.

She disappeared once more, this time reappearing behind him and giving him a kick. He staggered but regained his balance immediately.

The hall filled with the thunder of movement too fast for the eye to follow. Pillars cracked. The throne platform splintered at the edges.

Draven narrowed his gaze. Indeed, Estella was not like the others. He had fought many vampires before, but Estella was colder, sharper, faster, and stronger.

Just then, Estella drove Draven backwards, forcing him across the hall. Every strike carried calculated cruelty.

She was pushing him toward something, toward the part of himself he refused to unleash. Right then, her voice cut through the violence. "Still holding back?"

She slammed him into a pillar, and the marble fractured. "Afraid?" she taunted.

Draven countered with a sweeping strike that forced her to leap back, but she did not relent. She intensified her attacks.

Her speed sharpened until she became a blur of violence. She struck his ribs. His shoulder. His side and blood began to stain his shirt.

Gasps rippled through the Alphas. Shock flickered across hardened warrior faces. She was dominating him.

"You’re a coward," Estella said audibly as she circled him. "You will die by my hands if you keep hiding your true self."

Draven wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. "I would rather die by your hands," he answered coldly, "than do your bidding."

A dangerous pause followed, then he quickly added, "But I don’t think I’m dying by your hands today."

Her eyes darkened. "Challenge accepted."

The next second, she moved like lightning. Her nails tore through his side, then she drove her foot into his chest. The force sent him flying across the hall.

He crashed through a carved wooden table and skidded across the marble floor. Before he could fully rise, she was already there. But he rolled aside just as her claws embedded into the stone where his head had been.

She hissed. "You can use your speed," she mocked. "You always could."

Draven spat blood to the side. "In your dreams."

They collided again. This time, closer. Brutal. Claw met claw, and fist met bone. Their movements were savage now.

Estella began speaking between strikes. "You’re getting faster."

He blocked her attack.

"Your feral side is showing."

He countered her movement again.

"Careful, brother." Her smile widened mid-fight. "You’re slipping."

The words dug deeper than her claws, almost driving him to the edge.

Rhovan roared within Draven. "She is breaking your focus."

At the same time, Draven growled and struck Estella across the face with his claws. The impact snapped her head sideways, and blood streaked down her cheek.

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