The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Draven’s Provocative Actions

Meredith.

I hated that I had to be standing when Draven casually strolled into my room like he owned the floor beneath his feet. And of course, he did.

His shoulder-length black hair looked freshly washed, glistening faintly under the chandelier’s amber glow. Shampooed.

I didn’t know why that annoyed me, but it did. Long hair on men always seemed impractical to me. All that swaying and brushing past shoulders—it irritated me.

Madame Beatrice and the rest of the servants bowed as he entered, each movement crisp and precise, just like they were trained.

Draven’s Beta, Jeffery, stood just behind him, head dipped in acknowledgment but still sharp-eyed, alert.

I remained still. I had no intention of bowing or curtseying to him. Not tonight.

But then Madame Beatrice’s subtle gaze found me. That cold, expectant look. I felt the pressure of it like an invisible hand on my back. Reluctantly, I dipped into a brief curtsey. I said nothing, though. I could feel Draven’s gaze resting on me, heavy as stone.

When I lifted my head, he was still staring—his expression unreadable, eyes like glass. Silent. Watching.

Then, without a word, he looked away and moved past me.

But then, a scoff slipped from my lips before I could stop it, and he stopped in his steps.

My breath hitched. Draven turned his head slowly, his eyes narrowing, his posture shifting—not aggressive, but suddenly sharper. My heartbeat jumped painfully. I dropped my gaze immediately, thinking of how foolish my actions had been.

I had underestimated how sharp his senses were. Werewolves with wolves had hearing far beyond mine. I should’ve remembered that. I cursed myself inwardly. No wolf, no instincts.

It was moments like this that reminded me how inferior I was.

Thankfully, Draven didn’t pursue my disrespectful actions. He continued forward, toward the dining table.

I waited until I heard the creak of a chair before I dared lift my head. He was seated now, his Beta having pulled the chair at the head of the table for him. Draven sat like a king surveying his temporary court.

Madame Beatrice motioned for me to join them. I hesitated, then forced my feet to move. As I reached the table, Jeffery—ever the perfect Beta—pulled out the seat to Draven’s right.

I had wanted to sit across from him, as far from his presence as possible. But now, I was beside him.

I clenched my teeth and sat down. Then I reached for the napkin and spread it neatly across my thighs.

"Thank you," Draven said to Madame Beatrice, giving her a glance. "That will be all."

The servants began to leave. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or unsettled. I didn’t enjoy eating under Beatrice’s watchful eye, but being alone with Draven was worse. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Except, apparently, we weren’t completely alone.

"You," Draven said, his voice directed at someone behind me. "Stay back."

I turned slightly and saw his gaze land on Azul.

My brows pulled together. Of all the servants, he let her stay?

Madame Beatrice left without protest, taking Deidra, Kira, and the rest with her. Azul remained, quiet as a shadow, standing off to the side.

Jeffery didn’t leave either. Of course not. He stood with a poised stillness beside the wine bottle, waiting.

"How are you finding the guest quarters?" Draven asked suddenly, turning toward me.

He was enjoying this. Enjoying my deflated pride to his sharp retorts.

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