The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520: A Lycan

[Meredith].

Draven and I walked back toward my grandmother’s house in silence, the path lit by the last slant of the setting sun.

The air had cooled, carrying the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke, and with every step, the familiar ache in my chest eased just a little. At least for now, the argument was done.

When we reached the house, a servant was already waiting near the entrance. She bowed lightly when she saw me.

"Lady Meredith," she said, her tone warm. "Your grandmother wishes to inform you that there will be a bonfire tonight. She invites you to join after dinner."

My tiredness faded instantly, replaced by a spark of excitement. A bonfire night here wasn’t just a gathering—it was laughter, music, movement, and the quiet magic woven into everything.

Dancing barefoot on warm earth. Stories carried by firelight. Things ’Stormveil’ never had.

"Of course, I—we would love to," I said without hesitation.

The servant smiled and bowed again.

And just then, Draven turned to me. "I will go see your grandmother now," he said. "I should tell her we are leaving tomorrow."

I nodded. "Call Azul and Deidra too," I added. "They will need to pack our things."

"I will." He nodded once, then followed the servant away.

I watched him go for a moment before heading to our room.

Inside, the space felt calm, settled—golden light slipping in through the window, the faint scent of herbs and clean linen lingering in the air.

I sat on the bed and stretched my legs out in front of me, exhaling slowly. And only then did I speak, knowing she could hear me.

"You see now," I said quietly, "we can’t keep Draven’s true identity hidden from him much longer."

Valmora answered immediately, her presence sharp and unmistakable. "I heard everything," she said. "But there is one good thing that will come of this."

I straightened slightly. "What is it?"

There was a brief pause, then a low, dangerous amusement threaded through her voice.

"When Draven discovers that his wolf hid the truth from him," Valmora said, "that Rhovan concealed the fact that he is a Lycan... what do you think will happen?"

I didn’t need long to answer. "Rhovan will be in trouble," I said flatly.

Her laughter followed—wicked, and satisfied, echoing faintly in my head.

"Exactly," Valmora replied, and then her presence receded, leaving behind only the faintest trace of mirth.

I shook my head and leaned back against the bed, staring at the ceiling.

I still didn’t understand it—how two beings bound as mates could hold so much resentment toward each other.

Valmora and Rhovan felt like a quiet storm waiting to break, and somehow, Draven and I were standing right in the middle of it.

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Soon, a soft knock landed on the door.

I already knew who it was before they spoke. Their scents reached me first—familiar, comforting. I sat up on the bed and said calmly, "Open."

Azul and Deidra stepped in together, their faces lighting up the moment they saw me upright and breathing easily. Relief washed over them so plainly that it made my chest tighten.

Azul cleared her throat, bringing us back to the present. "The Alpha informed us just now that we will be leaving tomorrow. He asked us to begin packing." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

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