The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: First Driving Lessons from Dennis

Meredith.

We didn’t go far—just to the open stretch at the far end of the estate where the stone-paved path curved beneath a cluster of towering ash trees.

The wind was calmer here, and the sun stretched lazily across the field, warming the parked sleek black car in front of us.

I trailed behind Dennis, watching as he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the car with a lazy flick of his wrist.

He opened the driver’s side door with a dramatic bow. "Welcome to your first official driving lesson, my lady."

I raised a brow at the seat. "I thought I would be sitting there." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Dennis shut the door gently. "That’s the goal... eventually. But today, no keys for you. Just the basics."

"So, I’m just supposed to stare at the wheel while you monologue?"

"Exactly," he grinned. "It’s called visual learning. Very effective."

I didn’t argue any more. Not because I wasn’t ready, but because the idea of accidentally driving the car into a tree sounded like something that could actually happen to me.

We stood beside the car. The interior was warm from the sun, and the wheel looked heavier than I thought it should be.

Dennis began the lesson.

"This," he said, pointing to the hood, "is not just a piece of metal. It’s a beast. And the moment you get behind the wheel, you’re its master."

I tried not to smile. "Are you always this dramatic?"

"Only when the audience is worth it," he replied.

"This," he began, stepping up beside me, "is the steering wheel. Obvious, yes. But you would be surprised how many people grab it like it’s a dinner tray. Keep your hands at ten and two. Like this."

He demonstrated, then pointed to the pedals. "Three foot pedals. Clutch on the far left, brake in the middle, accelerator on the right. You will use your left foot for the clutch. Right foot for everything else. You don’t need to stomp—this isn’t a war."

"Noted," I said, keeping my expression neutral.

"This," he said, tapping the stick shift, "is your gear stick. First gear to move off. Second for speed. You will stall if you release the clutch too quickly, so be gentle. Like... how you would untie a bandage from a scar."

That made me glance up at him.

He blinked. "Sorry. Bad metaphor."

Then he stepped back, crossing his arms. "Alright, let’s see how much you retained. Repeat everything."

I straightened a little, then pointed to each part one after the other. "Steering wheel, dashboard, clutch, brake, accelerator. If I start the engine, I press the clutch fully before shifting into gear. First gear to move. Second once we gain momentum. Always keep two hands on the wheel."

When I finished, Dennis just stared at me. "You might actually beat me at this before you even start the engine."

I shrugged. Even if I don’t have anything to boast of, I had my mind. And sometimes, that was enough.

Dennis leaned against the car with a smirk. "Driving is fun and all, but... I will admit, nothing beats shifting and running wild through the woods in your wolf form."

My smile faded.

Then I looked away and shrugged lightly. "I guess I will never know."

The silence that followed was short—but sharp.

Dennis’s eyes widened slightly "I’m sorry," he said quickly. "That was—"

"It’s fine," I interrupted gently. "It doesn’t bother me."

And truthfully, it didn’t. At least, not as much anymore.

Who knows how long I would last this time around before someone deliberately hurts me with that reminder.

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