The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199: Unmistakable Doubts

Draven.

Every hit Wanda landed on Meredith, I felt it.

Not on my body—but somewhere deeper, coiled tight in my chest where it hurt worse.

And not just the physical blows: I felt her frustration, the rising panic, the sharp sting of betrayal she turned on me.

But I stood my ground. Forced myself not to move, not to stop Wanda or speak up again. Because that was the only way she’d see the truth: the difference between sparring with me—who pulled every punch—and facing someone who wanted to see her break.

Then the session ended.

And Meredith... she didn’t look at me like I was her husband. Or even her Alpha.

She looked at me as though I was something vile.

"You might be the greatest King our people will ever have,"

"But you shouldn’t have anything to do with marriage. You’re unfit to be a husband—and you’ve failed in that duty."

Those words replayed in my head long after her back turned. They cut deeper than any silver blade could. And damn me, I deserved it—even if my intent had been for her sake.

As her form grew smaller, I felt something in me twist.

I’d meant to make her stronger. Instead, I had reminded her what it felt like to be alone.

Still, I kept silent. I let her walk away. Because if she could do that on her own feet, after what she’d taken... then maybe she was already stronger than she realized.

When Meredith was gone, I turned to Wanda.

She was wiping a smear of dust from her sleeve, and though she tried to hide it, I saw the slight, victorious smirk tugging at her lips.

Her eyes widened the moment they met mine, and the smirk vanished, swallowed by the usual cool composure.

I didn’t feel anger toward her. I’d known exactly what she’d wanted the moment she’d asked to train Meredith.

"Satisfied?" I asked, my voice low. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Wanda’s mouth twitched. "Not quite," she confessed, lifting her chin. "She isn’t a worthy opponent. It felt like sparring a child."

I exhaled. "But at least you proved your point to her."

She tilted her head, studying my face. "You’re not angry with me?"

"Being angry would mean I regret letting you train her," I said. "And I don’t."

Wanda walked beside me as we turned toward the house. For once, she kept quiet, her steps measured to match mine.

At the hall, we parted ways silently.

I headed straight for my study, closing the door behind me.

But Meredith’s image refused to leave my mind: the blood at her nose, the way her shoulders hunched as if something heavy sat on them.

I leaned against my desk, jaw tightening.

You did this.

Yet, even through the guilt, something else stirred—a begrudging pride.

She’d stayed conscious. She’d walked off the field under her own power. Weeks ago, she wouldn’t have managed that.

Her stamina and endurance were growing, though she probably didn’t see it yet.

If only she knew...

But that didn’t erase the bruises or the hurt in her eyes.

I stepped over to a tall shelf in the corner and pulled free the old iron-latched first aid box. The white paint on its side was chipped, but the contents inside were fresh.

’Perhaps this would be a start,’ I thought, ’a small step to make peace.’

In the back of my mind, Rhovan stirred—heavy, restless. "It will take time for our mate to forgive us," he mumbled.

"I know," I told him silently. "But we owe her at least this."

Rhovan huffed, the sound like wind rustling through bone-dry leaves. "She has a stubborn heart. But I’d rather see it stubborn than broken."

That meant she was in a worse mood than I thought.

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