The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 521

Chapter 521: The Bonfire Night

[Meredith].

My lips curved into a genuine smile. Hearing him say it like that—so casually, without suspicion or resentment eased something deep inside my chest.

He wasn’t resisting the truth anymore. He was accepting it, my identity.

I reached for his hand and intertwined my fingers with his. "Sometimes," I admitted softly, "I wish I could be like her. Knowing everything. Seeing things before they happen."

He squeezed my hand gently, grounding, certain. "You are perfect the way you are."

I glanced up at him, confused. "Perfect?"

He smiled, that slow, confident smile that always made my heart stumble. "And did you forget?"

"Forget what?" I asked.

"That you’re the Wolf Queen."

I stared at him for a heartbeat, then something inside me broke open. A wild, unrestrained smile spread across my face.

I could feel it in the bond, too—his pride, steady and fierce, wrapping around me like a shield.

"I forgot," I said lightly. "Seems like I need someone to remind me again and again."

He tapped his chest with his free hand. "Leave that to me."

I laughed and leaned into him, resting my head against his chest. His arm came around me naturally, holding me close, solid and warm.

After a moment, I pulled back just enough to look at him. "We will need to start getting ready for the bonfire night."

He groaned the instant the words left my mouth.

I smiled, already sliding away from him. "Don’t worry. You will enjoy every bit of it."

He watched me stand, and I playfully tapped his chest before reaching down and grabbing his hand—then tugging him up with me.

The ease of it surprised me.

For a split second, I blinked, aware of the strength in my pull, still unfamiliar but undeniable. Draven, however, seemed distracted by something else entirely.

His gaze had dropped.

I followed it to my cleavage, then immediately tried to cover his eyes with my palm, rising onto my toes to even reach his height.

"Hey," I scolded softly. "Focus. We don’t have much time. We shouldn’t be late."

He sighed deeply, dramatically, but there was amusement in his eyes when he gently caught my wrist and lowered my hand.

"Tragic," he muttered.

I laughed, already tugging him toward the wardrobe.

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The bonfire was already alive by the time we arrived.

Flames leapt and curled into the darkening sky, fed by thick logs that crackled and snapped, sending sparks drifting upward like wandering stars.

The heat was gentle, not oppressive—perfect for an evening where the sun had finally softened and the air carried the scent of earth, resin, and something sweet I couldn’t quite name.

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