The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472: My Big Baby

[Draven].

Levi’s car rolled down the long driveway until it disappeared beyond the wrought-iron gates. Then almost immediately, Rhovan’s voice slid through my mind like a low growl.

"That woman... Wanda Fellowes. She is looking for a way to get close to us."

I slipped my hands into the front pockets of my pants, my expression calm."Then she will keep looking," I muttered under my breath, "until she dies."

Rhovan rumbled in dark satisfaction.

Then, I turned and found Meredith still staring at the road, her eyes fixed where the car had vanished.

Her shoulders were relaxed, but there was a distant heaviness in her gaze, as if she were thinking far beyond the moment.

I touched her shoulder gently. "Meredith."

She blinked up at me. Her eyes were tired—softened at the edges, dulled with exhaustion. She had been awake since early morning.

She had attended the palace, endured the princess, trained, strategized, and still held herself with grace.

I threaded my fingers through hers. "You should get some sleep," I told her quietly. "You look exhausted."

She let out a soft breath. "I am. I haven’t rested at all today."

I tightened my hold on her hand and guided her back inside.

The moment we entered, Dennis’s voice rang out from behind us.

"Well, well—Luna Meredith." He grinned, his hands on his hips. "That victory in the strategy game? I haven’t felt that satisfied in a long time."

Jeffery snorted. "Everyone was satisfied she won against Wanda."

Oscar—reserved as always, gave a rare nod. "Your intellectual display was impressive, Luna."

I couldn’t stop the small prideful smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. Inwardly, warmth spread in my chest.

They were beginning to see just a fragment of what my wife truly was. A blessing. A force. A future Queen no one would dare look down on, once fate finally unveiled her completely.

I glanced at them. "My wife and I will rest for now," I announced. "We will meet again at dinner."

Jeffery nodded. Oscar did the same. Then my gaze slid to Dennis.

He lifted an eyebrow. "What? What do you want me to say?"

"I just wanted to make sure no nonsense comes out of that mouth of yours."

Dennis laughed. "Relax, Draven. I won’t say a pin."

I didn’t trust him, but I let it go.

Still holding Meredith’s small hand, I led her toward the elevator.

She yawned the moment the doors closed, her eyes watering as exhaustion finally broke through her composure.

"I just want to sleep..." she murmured.

Her expression was so soft—so endearingly helpless, I almost kissed her forehead.

"That’s why we are heading to the bedroom," I told her. Then I paused and looked down at her. "Or did you think I had other plans?"

She exhaled, half a laugh. "Draven... I’m too tired to have naughty thoughts. Or think on your behalf."

I chuckled, letting the teasing die there. I had no idea she was this exhausted when I noticed it. And this made me wonder how she hid it so perfectly until the guests were gone.

The elevator doors opened on the third floor. We stepped out and finally entered the warm familiarity of our room.

Then, I guided her to sit at the edge of the bed. She slumped down without grace. For once, she wasn’t elegant. She was just exhausted.

I crouched and unfastened her boots, sliding them off her feet. The moment I did, she tried to flop onto the bed, but I stopped her with one hand on her waist.

"Meredith," I said dryly, "how do you plan to sleep comfortably in tight pants and a fitted top?"

"I’m too lazy to change..." she mumbled, already half reclining.

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