The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Rhovan’s Suggestion

Draven.

I was halfway down the stairs when Rhovan stirred in the back of my mind, his tone uncharacteristically alert.

"She’s in danger."

I paused on the steps. "Who?"

"Our mate. Meredith. She’s calling for help."

I frowned. "And how the hell do you know that?"

Rhovan gave a low growl. "I can feel it. She’s panicking. Her heart rate just spiked and it’s not from fear of a person—it’s drowning panic. GO!"

A muscle in my jaw ticked. Drowning? Meredith? That stubborn woman? "What could she possibly be doing to need saving—Wanda again?"

Still, something in Rhovan’s tone had me moving faster.

I caught sight of one of Meredith’s maidservants, Azul. She was exiting the kitchen and entering the hallway with a plate of burger. She looked up, startled by my pace.

"Where is your mistress?" I asked without breaking stride.

"She’s at the pool, Alpha," Azul replied instantly, "with your daughter."

With Xamira?

That didn’t make sense. If anyone was in danger, it should be my seven-year-old daughter, not Meredith. Unless... Rhovan wasn’t wrong.

I didn’t wait to ask more. My pace turned into a run.

I burst through the door leading to the pool area just in time to see someone thrashing in the water—arms flailing, legs kicking just under the surface. Xamira stood by the edge of the pool, watching.

My blood ran cold.

"Draven! Save her! She’s losing air!" Rhovan howled.

Without thinking, I dove into the water.

Her body went limp just as I reached her. The fear hit me then—like a blade under my ribs. I hooked my arm around her waist and dragged her up to the surface.

I hauled her out and laid her gently on the tiles beside the pool. Her eyes were closed. Water clung to her lashes. She wasn’t breathing.

The second her head hit the ground, Azul appeared at the edge of the pool.

"My lady!" she screamed, the tray of food she was carrying crashing to the ground. She fell to her knees beside me, panicked tears already sliding down her cheeks.

I tapped Meredith’s cheek. "Meredith. Hey—come on."

There was no response.

I tilted her head and began chest compressions. Still nothing.

"How on earth does a wolf not know how to swim?" I muttered, frustration clawing at my throat.

I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine, blowing air into her lungs, then pushed on her chest again. She remained still.

Again. This time, I was more desperate. I did mouth-to-mouth, then compressions.

And then, she gasped. Coughed. Turned to the side and vomited water from her lungs.

I exhaled and sat back, the tension slowly bleeding out of my chest.

Azul was sobbing now. "My lady... are you okay?"

Meredith reached out with trembling hands and grabbed the front of my shirt. The top buttons popped off as she pulled, needing something to cling to.

Her whole body was shaking, and I realized she was cold. Completely drenched and shivering.

I lifted her carefully into my arms, and she didn’t resist—only leaned into me, her cheek pressing to my soaked chest. Her breath was shallow. Her eyes fluttered shut.

Just as I turned to leave, I saw Wanda walk into the pool area. She stopped short, her gaze darting from Meredith in my arms to my face.

"What happened?" she asked sharply.

I didn’t slow my steps. "That’s what I would like to find out."

Azul scrambled behind me, muttering apologies to Meredith and to me. "I shouldn’t have gone to get food—I shouldn’t have left—"

I said nothing. My focus was only on the woman in my arms—how cold she was, how tightly she clung to me.

"Don’t you dare," Rhovan said, "She is our mate. Lift her yourself."

"You’re not going to help her undress?" Rhovan asked with an almost mocking tone.

"You don’t want to help her bath and feel all the softness of her body?"

"Our mate will be needing us soon. It’s the full moon in three days."

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