The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 476

Chapter 476: The Difficult Conversation

[Meredith].

"I am," I replied, sitting up with a small smile of my own. "Good morning."

"Good morning, my love." His eyes softened, then sharpened with mischief. "You must really be enjoying sleeping in these days."

I rolled my eyes lightly. "Maybe I am."

He walked closer, not even trying to hide how pleased he was to tease me. "You should have joined me for morning runs ever since we returned to Stormveil."

I made a noncommittal hum, hoping he would drop it, but he didn’t. In fact, he smirked.

"I know exactly what to do."

I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

"You will start running this evening."

I stared at him flatly. He stared back, entirely serious.

"No," I said immediately.

"Yes," he countered without missing a beat.

I tried redirecting. "Draven, I had a long day yesterday. And I—"

"You’re trying to avoid the topic. Again." He cut me off with a slow raise of his brow.

I froze for a moment. I never thought he would catch me trying to avoid the topic, or better still, I thought he would play along even if he knew. But turns out it was just my own wishful thinking.

Then, as if stamping his final decision into the air, he said, "Get ready for this evening. We run every day at six."

"I don’t recall agreeing to that," I muttered.

He folded his arms over his chest, sweat-dark hair sticking to his skin in a way that was unfairly distracting. "You will thank me later."

"I doubt it." Running was one of the few things I didn’t want to restart.

"Mm. You will still be there."

I exhaled, completely defeated, but not enough to give him the last word.

"You know," I said, crossing my arms in return, "it’s funny how enthusiastic you are about forcing me into a routine, yet you conveniently avoided a topic I brought up the other day."

His expression stilled. Then his hands settled on his waist as he looked at me, genuinely confused.

"What topic?"

I held his gaze, preparing myself. Because now, he wasn’t escaping this conversation.

"Your mother," I answered quietly.

Draven froze for a heartbeat, then released a long, heavy sigh. His chest rose and fell slowly, the weight of that topic settling visibly across his shoulders.

"It’s a sensitive thing," he said, voice low. "And... honestly, I forgot. I got busy with something else."

I studied his face. There was no lie there, just exhaustion and a truth he didn’t enjoy holding.

I shifted, patting the space beside me on the bed. He didn’t hesitate. He sat immediately, close enough that his warmth brushed my arm.

"The other day," I reminded softly, "you said we would discuss her later. I believe now is the perfect time."

His eyes closed briefly, as if bracing himself. When he opened them again, he didn’t try to escape the conversation.

"What do you want to know?" he asked.

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