The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 489

Chapter 489: A Word with Dennis

[Meredith].

A quiet sound, mixed with a half laugh, escaped his lips. "No," he muttered.

I arched a brow. "That wasn’t convincing." Knowing how he worries about me, I was sure he paced outside my door in concern

Draven gave me a look that was both helpless and irritated, and the tension naturally seized. Then he brushed my fingers.

"You really scared me earlier," he admitted quietly.

My chest tightened from the guilt, fear and love that tangled up. "I’m sorry," I whispered.

His hand finally took mine properly this time. "Just..." He hesitated. "If anything—anything—feels wrong, you tell me immediately."

"I will," I promised, even if I had no intention of telling him the one thing that mattered most.

I was afraid of how the truth would break a strong man like him, and I wasn’t ready to watch his world collapse.

I squeezed his hand gently. "Now," I murmured, "can we stop looking so gloomy? At least until dinner?"

He shook his head, exasperated but soft. "You’re impossible," he said.

"Thank you," I smiled. And for the first time since I stepped out of Lady Oatrun’s room, my chest loosened just a little.

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Dinner was quieter than usual.

The long table felt heavier tonight, the air thick with things left unsaid. I sat beside Draven, his presence steady at my side, while Randall observed us with that unreadable gaze of his.

Halfway through the meal, he finally spoke.

"So," Randall said calmly, setting down his cutlery, "how was the visit?"

Dennis rolled his eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck.

"Do you even need to ask?" he muttered before taking a sip of his drink. "I knew visiting her was a wrong idea."

Draven didn’t react immediately. He took a moment, then answered evenly, as if choosing his words carefully.

"Everything was fine at first," he said. "She was calm and engaged. Then she flared up."

Dennis scoffed quietly, clearly unimpressed. "One minute she looked like she adored Meredith," he added, glancing at me, "the next, she attacked her."

Randall’s direct and assessing gaze shifted to me. "Are you alright?" he asked.

I met his eyes and smiled politely. "I’m fine. I wasn’t hurt." Then I added, without hesitation, "But I plan to continue visiting her whenever I have the chance."

Dennis groaned immediately, dropping his head back against the chair.

"Oh, for Moon’s sake," he muttered before turning to Draven. "You’re actually in support of this?"

Draven didn’t hesitate. "I can’t stop her."

I glanced back at Randall and saw something unreadable flicker across his face as he continued to watch me. Then he nodded once.

"You can visit her," he said. "But watch your back." His tone remained calm and measured.

"My wife talks a lot, but she has a short memory. She needs love and companionship, yet she pushes everyone away in the end. Then, after, she complains we don’t care about her."

I inclined my head slightly. "Thank you." But inside, my thoughts churned. Randall knew far more than he let on.

He had married a woman with vampire blood and hidden it from the world. He had raised Draven without telling him the truth. He had let Dennis live his entire life believing a lie.

And worst of all, he sat here now, calm and composed, as if none of it mattered.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was intentional. What motive could justify something like this?

Power?

Control?

Fear?

Or something far darker?

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