The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Ignoring Draven

Meredith.

"Let everything that happened remain in the past."

I stared at the closed door after Kira and Deidra left, those words echoing in my skull like a curse. My blood boiled.

What does he mean by, let everything that happened stay in the past?

Did Draven even understand the weight of what he had said to me? The cruelty behind it? Or was it just another command he expected me to accept with my head bowed, like the obedient, cursed woman I was supposed to be?

The nerve of him!

If he thought I would forgive and forget what he did to me not even twenty-four hours ago, then he was either a joker or he thought I was one.

I clenched my jaw so tight it hurt. My appetite almost vanished completely. Almost.

But I would not let that man—his words, his audacity—ruin the only peaceful thing left in this wretched place: my dinner.

After drawing in a slow, calming breath, I reached for the warm napkin and wiped my hands clean. Then I picked up a slice of bread, tore a piece off, and dipped it into the thick gravy.

The flavour hit my tongue with a warmth that startled me. Rich. Hearty. Seasoned just right. My eyes fluttered shut as I chewed, nodding to myself in reluctant approval.

I ate everything. Every last bite.

Only after I cleared the plate did I realize just how much I had consumed. I slumped back slightly into the couch, groaning.

If the Moon Goddess was looking for someone to curse, she should’ve picked the day Draven Oatrun was born, not me.

I stayed still until the heaviness eased from my stomach, and then finally pushed myself up. The bathroom called to me.

I used the toilet and then stood before the sink, staring at my reflection in the wide mirror. The scar was still there, but something about it looked lighter. It was healing. And I didn’t like it.

Without hesitation, I raised my hand and dragged the sharp edge of my fingernail down the old line, slicing it open again. A spike of pain bolted through my cheek, but I was used to it.

Then I waited. Three seconds later, the blood appeared—fresh, red, perfect.

Good.

I turned the tap on, bent forward, and washed my face until the water ran clear. Then I grabbed a tissue, dried my skin, and tossed it into the toilet before flushing and removing the evidence.

I smiled at my reflection, one that didn’t reach my eyes.

"I can sleep peacefully now," I whispered to myself.

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The next morning, I woke up unusually light enough to let Azul and Deidra bustle around me without complaint. I even let them get me ready faster than usual.

After my bath, I sat at the vanity in a multi-colored dress. It was modest, but flattering. Deidra stood behind me, gathering my hair into a neat ponytail while Azul uncapped the tiny jar of the healing balm.

But the moment Azul leaned in and saw my cheek, her expression twisted. "It’s not healing," she announced.

I stiffened slightly, but didn’t let it show.

Deidra peered over, her voice full of concern. "My lady, the wound looks fresh."

Honestly, I was a bit nervous, and I needed to stop this before they started a full investigation into my face and found out in the end that I had, in fact, cut myself open.

"Azul, I don’t want to be late for breakfast," I said quickly.

Let Draven wait.

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