The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: What I Learnt

Meredith.

It’s been two weeks since that horrible day—since Draven threw me to the wolves, quite literally.

Two weeks since we last spoke to each other.

Two weeks of silence.

Two weeks of pretending the other didn’t exist.

And two weeks since he so conveniently "forgot" about my training.

Not a single word. Not a single look. Not even a flicker of concern from him.

The first two mornings after the Wanda incident, I’d dragged my sore body to the training grounds, determined not to let my anger stop me from doing what I needed to do.

I’d waited there like a fool, clenching my teeth with every second that passed in the emptiness. Just dust and wind and no Draven.

And when I finally saw him that evening at dinner, sitting tall and composed at the head of the table, spooning food into his mouth like everything was perfectly fine, I didn’t ask a damn thing.

Neither did he.

The next morning, it was the same story. Empty training grounds.

That was the last time I humiliated myself like that. If he wasn’t going to show up, I wasn’t going to chase him. Period.

Valmora, of course, wouldn’t shut up about it.

"Be smart, Meredith. Just go back to Draven. He doesn’t need to beg you before you get what you need."

Easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one who stood there bleeding and humiliated while the man she trusted the most watched it happen. And did nothing.

Now I refused. I wouldn’t step back onto those grounds unless Draven came to me first. He had to.

My secret wasn’t half as bad as his betrayal. He broke something in me that day, and I didn’t know if I wanted to fix it.

I was still furious to even consider that possibility because at the moment, death felt easier than going to Draven.

I would rather what was left of my pride remain intact than give it to that big-headed, arrogant man I had for a mate and as a husband.

For the first time in a long while, I felt like the Moon Goddess was terrible at pairing couples.

Maybe Draven and Wanda did deserve each other.

This morning, as I descended the stairs for breakfast, my fingers ran lightly down the polished bannister. My feet were light, but my chest still carried the weight of unresolved rage.

At the base of the stairs, I spotted Dennis.

He stood with his back half-turned, murmuring something into his phone, his voice low and businesslike.

Then, just as I reached the final step, I heard him say something under his breath before pulling the phone from his ear and sliding it into his pocket.

"Dennis," I called gently.

He turned to me with his usual boyish smile. "Good morning, dear friend... And you look so happy this morning."

I walked the remaining steps toward him, the corner of my mouth twitching into a half-smile.

"Morning. You’re the only familiar face in this place, apart from my maidservants, that still makes me happy."

Had missing those two days been that much of an offense?

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