The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 510

Chapter 510: All Lies

[Draven].

And I had told her no, that they were annihilated, wiped from existence alongside other ancient races.

She had nodded, accepted it. Or pretended to.

The realization burned now—slow and deep. Meredith had known. She had known all along about the Faes. And yet she had asked me those questions as though she were learning for the first time.

I released a deep breath through my nose, jaw tightening. The sense of betrayal didn’t explode—it crept. It crawled under my skin and lodged itself there, heavy and stubborn.

I didn’t know what to do with this woman.

Then I saw her hands move. She tugged her dress down, exposing her shoulder.

The motion startled me—not because of the skin, but because my thoughts had been elsewhere, replaying moments I now saw through a different lens.

"The red half-moon mark is completely gone," she said quietly. "Because I can finally wolf out."

My gaze snapped to her shoulder. It was bare, unmarked. The symbol that had haunted her for years—vanished. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

I looked up at her, disbelief slipping through before I could stop it. "The curse is broken."

She pulled her dress back into place and met my gaze steadily. "Yes." And then she kept going because she knew if she stopped now, she might never finish.

"Last night," she said, "I learned the truth. About everything I thought I knew."

My chest tightened.

"What we believed was the Lunar Curse," she continued, voice trembling but resolute, "was never a curse. It was a seal."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Protection."

The word echoed.

She told me about her grandmother. About the other faes. About the decision they made together, to bind her power away. To hide it. To bury it so deeply that even she would believe herself broken.

"They were protecting me," she said. "From people who would kill me for what I am."

I didn’t interrupt. I couldn’t, because she was right.

I knew the history. I knew how the first Wolf Queen died—not in battle, but by betrayal. By leaders who feared her strength. By men who could not stand a woman ruling longer, stronger, wiser than they ever could.

Meredith swallowed, then went on. "If they had known I was her reincarnation," she said, "they would have killed me too."

My hands clenched at my sides.

"The seal was lifted last night," she said. "And with it... everything else." Her eyes shimmered with awe. "My fae abilities. My wolf. Everything that was locked away."

She inhaled sharply. "I’m not restricted anymore."

The weight of it crashed into me then.

Not just the truth of what she was, but the enormity of what had been done to her. What she had lived with. What she had believed about herself for years.

Cursed.

Broken.

Wolfless.

"On our wedding day," she continued, her voice trembling just slightly, "the moment our vows were completed—the moment we said I do—the heavens thundered. That was an omen."

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