The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 475

Chapter 475: The Softest Instinct

[Draven].

I reached for the switch beside the wall and turned off the lights, leaving only the faint glow from the moon through the sheer curtains.

The room softened instantly.

Next, I moved toward the bed quietly, each step controlled, my breathing low so I wouldn’t disturb her. Even Rhovan kept silent inside me—uncharacteristic, but he was watching her too.

She slept like she trusted the world. Or... like she trusted me to guard it for her.

I lifted the edge of the duvet and slid onto the bed with slow precision. The mattress dipped gently beneath my weight, but she didn’t stir.

I stretched out beside her and waited a moment for the mattress to settle, making sure she stayed asleep. Her breathing remained steady.

Carefully, I slid an arm under her pillow, easing closer until her warmth pressed faintly against my side. I didn’t pull her into me, not when she was this exhausted.

But the moment I settled beside her, she shifted just a little. Her body gravitated toward mine, her cheek brushing my shoulder as if by instinct.

Rhovan rumbled in satisfaction.

I stilled, then allowed myself the smallest, quietest breath of relief.

I let my hand rest at her waist, just touching—a promise that I was here, and that she was safe.

Minutes passed, and her breathing deepened again. And only then did I close my eyes.

And somewhere between the sound of her heartbeat and the warmth of her skin against mine, sleep finally pulled me under.

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I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep, but a soft rustle woke me.

My eyes snapped open immediately, out of habit and instinct, the wolf always alert beneath my skin. The space beside me was empty. Her warmth was gone.

I pushed myself up on one elbow, scanning the room quickly as my senses sharpened. Then I heard it, the faint clink of cutlery.

A quiet exhale escaped my lips as her soft voice drifted from the sitting area. "Did I wake you?"

Relief loosened something tight in my chest. My wife was fine, awake and eating her food.

I ran a hand through my hair and shook my head slightly. "No," I murmured, my voice rough with sleep. "But you should have turned the lights on."

She smiled even though she knew I could barely see her expression in the dimness. "I’m fine. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep. And, thank you for the food."

Her gratitude was gentle and sincere.

I nodded and shifted, intending to get out of bed. "I will sit with you." But before my feet could touch the floor, she stopped me.

"There is no need for that," she said softly, "Go back to sleep. I will join you as soon as I’m finished."

I hesitated. I didn’t want her to eat alone in the dark because of me. But her tone left little room for argument, and the wolf inside me could sense she truly was okay.

So, I exhaled and leaned back onto the mattress. "If you need anything," I told her, my eyes still fixed on the faint outline of her figure, "tell me."

She nodded, her silhouette dipping briefly in acknowledgement before she returned to eating.

[Meredith].

His hand rested on my stomach, fingers loose, breathing steady. ’So, he hadn’t fully awakened.’

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