The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Find Her

Meredith.

I slammed the door to the office behind me, harder than I meant to.

My footsteps echoed down the hall like gunfire, loud and fast, until I burst out into the cool Dusk air.

Damn him.

Damn him!

I wrapped my arms around myself as I marched across the front garden, feeling the sharp wind whip my skirts and bite my skin. But I didn’t care.

I wanted to get as far away from that house as possible. From his knowing eyes. From his suffocating silence.

How dare he?

How dare he dig into my wound like it was his business?

How dare he make arrangements with his doctor behind my back?

He could have asked. Once. Just once, even though I wouldn’t reveal it like how I didn’t tell him how I got my scar when he asked about it.

But no. He needed to prove something. Needed to have his answers, his little puzzle pieces, fit neatly into place.

And now he knew...

That I had been picking at my own scar in the quiet hours of night, that every time it faded, I brought it back—like some cursed routine. Even deep enough to bleed. Just enough to keep it there. Keep it visible. Keep it real.

The doctor had said nothing directly to me. I had sighed in relieve and felt peace not knowing the man knew everything.

He found out about my secret and pretended not to know a thing only to go report it to Draven.

This was all a conspiracy between Draven and his doctor and I wanted them both to burn.

I found myself at the lawn, breathing hard. My fingers were trembling. I didn’t realize how far I walked and how I got here.

Why did my injury, my scar matter to him?

So, what if I wasn’t ready to let it go even if everyone wanted it healed and forgotten?

That scar was mine, and mine alone to make decisions on. It was the only thing no one could take from me. Not even him.

I let out a shaky breath and sat on the grass, staring at the distance.

I hated that Draven made me feel like this. Like I had been cornered and stripped bare without consent.

He might be our next King, but that doesn’t give him the right to interfere with my life.

Next time, he should ask before prying into my life.

"Meredith?"

A deep voice pulled me out from my deep grudges.

I lifted my gaze to see Dennis standing before me, playing with a key around his finger with a smile on his lips.

"I’m going into town. Would you want to come along?"

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~**Draven**~

She slammed the door.

For a moment, the silence that followed was louder than the thunder in my chest.

How dare she?

I stared at the empty space where Meredith had stood just seconds ago, the words she flung at me still echoing like blades across stone.

No one. I mean no one—had ever spoken to me like that. Not since I took the Alpha position from my father. Not even the council of Elders. Not a clan leader.

Not even my enemies dared raise their voices to me. And yet, this woman—this cursed woman with nothing to her name and a delicate frame—looked me straight in the eye and challenged me.

Openly. Fearlessly. Disrespectfully.

My fists clenched as I turned, pacing like a caged animal behind my desk. I couldn’t believe it. A wolfless woman spat words like she was ready to face me in combat.

Had she forgotten who I was? What I could do to her in a heartbeat?

No. She knew.

And that was what stoked the fire hotter. Because she would have still done it anyway.

I ran a hand through my hair, forcing myself to breathe—but that only reminded me of how her scent lingered in the room. Soft. Wild. Unapologetic. Just like her damn mouth.

I started pacing about. And then the memory from when I commanded her came back.

My Alpha command. The very thing that could drop any pack wolf to their knees with a single word, didn’t work on her.

She didn’t even flinch.

My jaw locked.

No wolf could resist a direct command from their Alpha. But she wasn’t a wolf. She had no wolf, no rank. And yet my words rolled off her like dust. She resisted it. Fully.

And now that I thought of it, she’d been resisting since the very first day.

The scene of her dancing barefoot under the moon when others were asleep, replayed in my head.

My temple twitched.

There was only one explanation: Meredith was not just stubborn. She was actually possessed.

"You are not thinking clearly," came Rhovan’s growl in my head. "You brought this on yourself."

"You pried. You didn’t ask. You barged into our mate’s privacy like a savage. What did you think she had do? Kiss your boots?"

"She reacted like anyone would if their boundary was shattered. You gave her no choice."

"She remembered just fine. She just didn’t care. And why should she? You crossed the line first."

"What? Tear me apart?" Rhovan mocked, his voice a low laugh. "You can’t take a few truths? Huh?"

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