The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: No Meredith Near Dennis

Draven.

Meredith’s retreating figure vanished beyond the hedges of the courtyard, her silver hair catching the morning light.

I stood there, jaw clenched, arms heavy at my sides, wondering what new brand of madness gave her the audacity to argue with me when she reeked of pheromones and had the nerve to walk into the training grounds like she wasn’t a walking trigger for chaos.

Her scent lingered like heat rising off sunbaked stone, and every step she took dragged that dangerous aroma behind her.

Pheromones.

It was too early for them to be this strong.

Too soon.

And yet, I had smelled it—heady, sweet, thick with need. No perfume in the world could mimic the biological storm she was radiating. No potion could fake that scent. It was real. And it was trouble.

If my warriors had been any less disciplined or focused, the entire ground would have turned into a frenzy.

Fortunately, they were too immersed in drills to notice. But I wasn’t. My senses were sharper.

I turned back toward the training grounds, keeping my stride long and even. My hands curled into fists at my sides.

"Rhovan."

My wolf stirred sluggishly, like someone shaking off sleep.

"What now?" he muttered.

"Her scent," I said in a low tone, "her heat is starting. But it’s not the full moon yet."

Rhovan was quiet for a beat. Then he gave a low sound that passed for a contemplative hum.

"Some heats start early. Especially if the female’s cycle aligns closely with the lunar shift. It’ll only get worse by tomorrow night."

Worse?

"You will be lucky if it doesn’t level the entire estate."

I exhaled through my nose and pressed my thumb and forefinger to my brow. Just what I needed. Meredith was already difficult. Now she would be more difficult and dangerous.

I ran a hand down my face. We had one day. Now we had none. And judging by how she looked back there—glassy-eyed, flustered, neck flushed—it had already begun creeping under her skin.

When I stepped back onto the training field, I spotted Dennis running sword drills with two younger wolves. He paused when he saw me and jogged over, sweat glistening across his collarbone.

I remembered what he said earlier this morning—about switching my evening swimming lessons with Meredith to morning so that she could keep her driving practice in the evenings.

Driving. As if she’d need that skill in this life. But I hadn’t said anything then.

Now, I couldn’t afford to let her anywhere near my brother during this period.

"Dennis," I said, approaching him.

He grabbed a towel off a bench and wiped his face. "Yeah?"

"Cancel the driving lesson with Meredith for this evening. Postpone it until next week."

He blinked. "What? Why?"

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