The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: No Energy for Meredith Tonight

Draven.

Xamira’s voice rang out at the table like a dropped spoon in a quiet room.

"Daddy, who is this woman?"

I didn’t flinch. I had grown used to her questions—curious, honest, occasionally too sharp for her age. It was just how she was.

She had always had a talent for asking exactly what most adults were too afraid to voice. Still, this one earned her a few shocked stares.

From the corner of my eye, I caught Meredith stiffen. She didn’t lift her gaze from her plate, but her jaw had paused mid-chew. Jeffery’s fork hovered awkwardly in the air. Wanda, of course, looked pleased—her lips twitching with amusement as she covered a stifled laugh behind her hand.

I turned my attention to Xamira and gave her the only answer that made sense in her world.

"She’s my wife," I said plainly.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Meredith frown.

I didn’t like saying it. I never had. But there was no point in giving Xamira half-truths she wouldn’t understand. At her age, ’wife’ was an easier label to grasp than ’political arrangement.’

And I wasn’t about to explain the intricacies of sacrificial unions and cursed bloodlines over sweet pork and rice.

Xamira’s brows knitted together. "Your wife? You married her? In a church?"

I nodded. "Sort of."

That would satisfy her—for now. She had seen enough weddings in Duskmoor to associate marriage with white dresses and pews. If I said no, I would be here all night explaining Stormveil traditions.

I didn’t have the patience for that.

For a minute, the table returned to its quiet rhythm, cutlery scraping plates again.

Then, because she was never done, Xamira asked the next question, lifting her gaze to mine, lips pursed in a thoughtful little pout.

"You won’t make me call her ’Mummy,’ right?" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Time paused. Even the flames in the chandelier seemed to still.

I didn’t need to look to know how the room responded. Meredith went completely still again, but this time her expression didn’t betray her. She just kept eating like she hadn’t heard a thing. Jeffery blinked and lowered his fork. Wanda’s shoulders shook slightly from suppressed laughter.

But Xamira’s eyes stayed on me. Waiting.

"No, I won’t, pumpkin," I said gently.

I reached for the platter of stir-fried sweet pork and placed another serving on her plate. "Eat up."

She beamed. "Thank you, Daddy." And just like that, the moment passed.

I looked across at Meredith. Her expression was unreadable, her posture calm. She chewed with deliberate focus, as if she had already filed away what just happened and moved on.

Xamira was slow to warm to new people. She always had been. But that wasn’t my concern. I wouldn’t force either of them into some picture-perfect fantasy. If Meredith wanted a place in Xamira’s world, she had to earn it on her own. I wasn’t going to interfere.

Rhovan stirred in the back of my mind, his voice a low rumble.

"Talk to our mate. Bring her closer. She is ours."

I shut him down immediately.

"Stop with the delusions. I’m eating."

Rhovan growled lightly, but I silenced him.

I have to address this issue of Meredith being our mate later, but not tonight. Not at the table, with Xamira or anyone else nearby.

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