The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485: Not A Full Werewolf

[Meredith].

My breath hitched. Her emotions weren’t just shifting, they were spiralling, even unravelling and becoming more violent.

Then, impossibly fast, she grabbed the nearest object—a ceramic vase, and flung it at my head.

I barely ducked. The vase shattered behind me, fragments scattering across the floor like sharp teardrops.

Her face twisted, completely unrecognizable now as pure rage tore through every feature. "YOU! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

I backed away, my heart hammering as my hands trembled despite myself.

"DON’T TOUCH MY MIND! I WON’T LET YOU! GO! GO! GO!" Her voice rose again, raw and broken.

Her scream hit a pitch that rattled my skull. It wasn’t just anger. This was pure madness, fear, old wounds, and chaos exploding all at once. I had never seen anything like this in my years of existence.

Just then, a second vase sailed straight toward my face—but the door burst open. Draven and Dennis rushed in.

Draven grabbed his mother’s wrist mid-throw, the vase dropping and shattering at their feet. Dennis immediately shielded me with his body, pushing me gently behind him.

"Mother—enough." Draven’s voice was firm, controlled, but tense.

Lady Oatrun thrashed in his hold, kicking, clawing, screaming like she was being tortured.

"YOU ALWAYS TAKE HIS SIDE! ALWAYS! I WON’T LET YOU LOCK ME UP! I WON’T—" Her voice cracked and tore.

Then, she yanked against Draven’s grip with terrifying strength, golden eyes burning with hysteria.

Draven held her tighter with a clenched jaw while Dennis was stiff beside me, face pale, but steady.

And I stood frozen and shaken—completely horrified.

My heart ached at the sight of her—broken, lost, trapped inside her own mind. But fear pulsed inside me, too, because her earlier clarity hadn’t been madness at all.

It had been truth, secrets she had no reason to hide. Secrets she wasn’t even aware she had revealed. Secrets that could change everything.

Draven glanced at me over his shoulder, giving me a look. "Meredith, go. Now." His voice was low, protective, and unyielding.

Dennis gently took my arm to guide me out of the room and shut the door behind us.

For a moment, I could still hear his mother screaming on the other side with rage, agony, and confusion blending into a sound that tightened every part of my chest.

My pulse wouldn’t slow.

Dennis turned to me immediately, eyes scanning me with urgency. "Are you okay?"

I swallowed, my throat tight. I managed a nod, even though my hands were still trembling.

Dennis exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I told you not to be deceived by her frail looks.

I just stared at him. He was right, but words refused to form.

My mind was a spinning mess—Lady Oatrun’s voice, her sharp clarity, the horrifying implication about Draven’s bloodline, all of it tangled into a painful knot inside me.

I forced myself to hold his gaze, and for the first time since Lady Oatrun whispered those words— ’something ancient inside you... Do I look like a werewolf? Draven will rule for a long time,’ I felt truly lost.

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