The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519: A Deal with Draven

[Meredith].

Draven and I walked side by side along the narrow path that curved away from the house.

The sun was already sinking, its light softened and amber, slipping between the trees in long slants that painted the ground in gold and shadow.

The heat of the day had faded, replaced by a cooler breeze that brushed against my skin and carried the scent of earth and leaves.

Everything felt quieter now. Draven didn’t speak, and neither did I.

Our steps fell into a steady rhythm, close enough that our shoulders brushed once... then again. Each time it happened, my breath hitched, and I hated how much I noticed something so small.

I wanted him to hold my hand.

The thought came uninvited, simple and aching. It wasn’t because I needed reassurance in words or because I was afraid.

I just wanted to feel him—to know, without asking, that he wasn’t still holding himself apart from me, that there was no longer bitterness in his heart for me after how I hurt him.

Draven’s hand hung at his side, close enough that if I shifted my fingers just a little, they would touch, but I didn’t.

I kept walking, with my eyes forward while pretending my heart wasn’t counting every second that passed without him reaching for me.

The silence wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t tense either. It was careful, like we were both aware that one wrong move could crack something still fragile between us.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

His expression was calm, unreadable, but his gaze kept drifting toward me. Like he was checking, measuring, and making sure I was still beside him.

Just then, we rounded a bend where the trees opened slightly, the last light of day spilling freely across the path. The warmth lingered just enough to be comforting.

Then, without a word, Draven moved closer. Our arms brushed again, this time deliberately. His hand grazed mine.

My pulse jumped. I waited, but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, his fingers slowly closed around my hand, firm and steady, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he had made a quiet decision and didn’t need to announce it.

Relief flooded me so suddenly I almost stumbled.

I tightened my grip on him before I could stop myself. And he didn’t comment or look at me. He just kept walking, his thumb brushing just once over my knuckles.

That was enough proof that whatever hurt lingered in him hadn’t erased us.

And knowing Draven, I had no doubt he already knew I wanted him to hold my hand. He just wanted to drill me first, before giving in to my desire.

I walked beside him for a while longer, the quiet stretching between us, until he released a deep sigh and finally broke the silence.

"Can you tell me," he asked, his voice calm but deliberate, "the suspicions you have about my mother?"

Immediately, I stopped walking. The question hit me so suddenly, I almost forgot how to breathe.

For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the path ahead, my thoughts scrambling. Of all the things I expected him to say, this wasn’t one of them.

’Why won’t you let this go?’

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