The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451: I Know Who I Am

[Meredith].

Draven finally lifted his eyes to mine just for a heartbeat. But the look was enough to make my stomach tighten.

"To force my hand." A small pause before he continued. "And to see how the King and a few others react to you, before I am prepared to handle it."

My fingers tightened around my knife. ’So this wasn’t just about appearances. This was a strategy, politics, pressure, and testing boundaries. Setting me up for scrutiny I wasn’t ready for.’

I swallowed gently, lifted my cup, and drank everything to steady my breath.

Just then, Draven’s final words came through the mindlink, like a quiet vow. "Don’t worry. I will decide who sees you and when. Not him."

My heart softened just slightly as the table fell into a natural, gentle quiet.

Randall didn’t press the matter again. He didn’t question Draven further or even look our way.

He simply continued his meal in dignified silence at the opposite end of the table, as if he hadn’t just thrown both of us into a corner and nailed the door shut.

And that, more than anything, allowed the atmosphere to soften.

Not long after, I felt Draven’s fingers brush my thigh again—slow, absent-minded, but warm. Not teasing this time, just grounding.

I glanced at him. His expression was composed for everyone else, but I knew that look too well—a calm, contained hunger simmered beneath the surface, like a wolf lounging in sunlight after finishing a meal, but still alert enough to pounce again.

His thumb stroked my thigh once, deliberately. Heat curled low in my belly.

I tried to focus on the food. I tried to act like nothing in the world was happening under the table, but Draven’s aura was heavy, warm, and intimate. And after everything that had already happened between us today, it made my breath soften without my permission.

He was still turned on, and he wasn’t hiding it.

I felt his mind brush mine gently—a feather-light, private touch as his voice came through the mindlink.

"Eat. You will need more energy tonight."

I swallowed a gulp. He didn’t say anything more.

The dinner concluded peacefully. Randall rose first, wished us a good evening, and left with the same regal calm he had entered with.

Oscar excused himself next. Dennis followed, humming to himself as he disappeared down the hall.

Soon, it was just Draven and me at the long table.

He finally turned his head toward me and gave me a hungry and patient look at the same time.

My cheeks warmed as I rose from my chair.

Draven stood like a predator, slowly, with all the time in the world.

He offered his hand. I placed mine in his.

And without saying a single word, he led me out of the dining hall and into the quiet evening corridors.

His fingers kept brushing mine lightly, just enough to tug at my heartbeat.

But the way he kept stealing side glances at me... I honestly didn’t understand him sometimes.

How he could move from tense council politics and subtle fatherly threats straight into teasing touches and hungry looks as though nothing could derail him. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

If I were in his shoes, I would still be brooding for hours.

But Draven? He shed tension the way a wolf effortlessly sheds droplets after a river bath.

Maybe that was one reason he stayed sane in a world filled with power-hungry elders.

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