The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 473

Chapter 473: A Private Training Ground

[Draven].

I almost kissed her. But I needed her dressed first.

"Sit."

She sat, barely. Her spine curved like a wilted flower.

I guided her arms through the sleeves and pulled the soft top down over her body. She exhaled, relieved, as if I had draped heaven over her skin.

Then came the pants. I held them out, and she lifted her leg—just one.

"Both," I said.

She lifted the same leg again.

I laughed under my breath. "The other one."

"Oh." She switched legs in slow motion.

Somehow, by some miracle, I got the shorts onto her.

When she was finally dressed, she slid back under the duvet without waiting for my permission, curling into it as if the bed had swallowed her whole.

I stared at her, hands on my hips. "You are impossible."

A tiny smile peeked from the pillow. "You still love me," she murmured.

"Unfortunately," I muttered.

She chuckled—soft, sleepy, adorable.

And I felt the warmth spread in my chest again, the one that always came when she let her guard down only for me.

Yes, she was impossible. And she was mine.

Leaving her curled beneath the duvet, I walked straight into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me with a quiet click.

The silence was welcome.

I pulled the tie from my hair, letting the weight of it fall down my back, then stripped and stepped into the shower.

The warm water burst from the overhead nozzle, striking my shoulders, sliding through my hair, running the day’s dust and sweat down my skin.

The moment the heat hit me, the memories of today unfolded one by one, from the horse race to the knife-throwing and finally, the strategy game.

Meredith, my wife—my Queen—who played every game with intelligence, restraint, and skill, and yet every victory she achieved carried its own danger.

Back in Duskmoor, she could train openly. There was no one to question her strength or watch her with the eyes of wolves, assessing a threat. Everyone there was my trusted people.

But here? Stormveil was a nest of watching gazes—hungry, calculating gazes.

She couldn’t spar and couldn’t demonstrate even a fraction of her physical prowess without whispers spreading like wildfire.

And the Council... They were already eager to tear her down.

I tilted my head back, letting the water strike my face. I need my wife strong. But I cannot let them see.

My hands flexed. Then the solution came—clean, sharp, and perfect.

A private training ground.

Restricted. Accessible only to me, Meredith... and perhaps Dennis and Jeffery. The only two men I trusted to keep her secret and train her when I could not.

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