The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Caught in the Trap

(Third Person).

Meredith tilted her head, amusement flickering through her gaze. "Are you going to share every bite like this?"

Draven’s lips curved faintly. "Seems fair, doesn’t it?"

And so it continued—slow, quiet, and intimate. He would feed her, then take a bite himself, his movements unhurried and deliberate. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Every now and then, his fingers brushed hers or the edge of his knuckles ghosted against her cheek as he steadied the spoon.

When the tray was nearly empty, Meredith’s laughter broke softly through the hush. "I can’t believe this. The mighty Alpha Draven, feeding someone with his own hands."

Draven’s mouth twitched in a shadow of a smile. "Don’t make it sound like a weakness."

"It’s not," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s... nice."

For a long moment, he just looked at her—the firelight dancing across her silver hair, the faint flush in her cheeks, the quiet strength that even exhaustion couldn’t hide.

Then, setting the spoon aside, he reached for the pint of ice cream and peeled off the lid. The cold air from it misted faintly.

"Your favourite," he said.

Meredith laughed softly, shaking her head. "You really think I can eat more?"

"Just one bite." Draven dipped the spoon and offered it again.

She hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward and took it. The cold sweetness melted against the lingering warmth of the meal, and she hummed softly at the contrast.

Draven’s eyes softened, and this time, when he ate from the same spoon, the moment lingered—something quiet but charged beneath the stillness.

"You are really impossible," she whispered, smiling faintly.

He brushed his thumb gently along her jaw, his voice low. "And you are beautiful when you are stubborn."

Meredith’s breath caught. The spoon stilled between them. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved, just the crackle of the fire and the steady rhythm of two hearts learning to beat in the same space.

A few seconds later, Meredith finally set the spoon aside, her lips curving faintly as she sank back against the pillows.

"I never knew you could be so unexpectedly sweet," she murmured.

Draven only arched a brow. "Unexpectedly?"

"You don’t exactly give a hint before making soft gestures," she teased softly.

He huffed a quiet breath that might have been a laugh and stood to set the tray aside. "Why do I need to give a hint for?"

Her eyes tracked him as he moved elegantly, composed, exuding quiet authority with every gesture. When he turned back, his gaze softened as it rested on her.

"You should rest now," he said, lowering his voice. "Your side needs time."

She shifted a little, wincing, and he was instantly beside her, one hand steadying her arm.

"Here," he murmured, helping her ease down more comfortably against the pillows. His touch was gentle but sure, the kind of care that didn’t need words to be understood.

Meredith looked up at him, her expression soft. "You don’t have to stay. I will be fine."

Draven’s eyes held hers for a moment. "I know you will," he said. "But I’m staying anyway."

He reached down and brushed a strand of silver hair from her face, his thumb lingering against her temple.

Then, without another word, he crossed to the lamp and dimmed the light until the room was cast in a soft golden glow.

When he returned, he sat down at the edge of the bed, one hand resting lightly on the blanket over her arm.

Meredith’s eyes fluttered shut, her breathing slowing, steadying under his presence.

After a long silence, her voice came faintly through the quiet. "Draven?"

"Yes?"

"I’m proud of how we fought tonight," she murmured, eyes still closed. "And I’m proud of you, too. We make good comrades."

For a moment, something unspoken flickered through his chest—pride, warmth, a feeling he couldn’t quite name.

"I think so as well. But you need to stop talking and go to sleep," he said softly.

She hummed in response, her lips curving into the faintest smile as sleep began to claim her.

Draven stayed there, unmoving, watching her until her breathing evened out completely.

He traced the edge of the blanket with his thumb, then leaned forward and pressed a quiet kiss to her hair.

The world outside was still and silent, but in that small moment, the weight of war and politics, of blood and chaos, faded away, leaving only this fragile peace between them.

~Underground Secret Lab~

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