The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522: A Conversation Through My Body

[Meredith].

A few moments later, the drums changed the rhythm, deepening it, the beat stretching longer between strikes, as if the fire itself had taken a breath.

The dancers’ movements followed, becoming slower and more fluid. Now, there was less laughter and more intent.

Before I could decide whether to stay seated, a hand reached for mine. I looked up.

A woman stood before me, her dark hair braided with thin strips of cloth, her smile warm and inviting rather than demanding. She held her palm open, waiting.

I hesitated only for a heartbeat, then placed my hand in hers.

The earth was warm beneath my bare feet when I stood. The circle welcomed me easily, bodies shifting to make space.

I let the rhythm guide me, copying the sway of hips, the rise and fall of arms. It felt natural and familiar in a way that settled deep in my bones.

Then, I became aware of Draven immediately. I sensed his gaze like heat on my skin.

I didn’t look at him at first. Instead, I let the firelight kiss my arms, let the music loosen me.

When I finally did glance his way, he was still seated where I had left him with one knee bent, and his forearm resting casually against it.

His eyes, however, were anything but casual. They followed every movement. Every shift of my body. Every slow turn.

Something tight and electric coiled low in my stomach.

The dancers drew closer to one another, their movements brushing, skirts swaying dangerously near.

I felt too bold when I turned fully toward Draven and let the rhythm roll through me, slower and more deliberate now.

I was having a conversation with him through my body.

Draven’s jaw flexed, and that was when he stood.

The space around him seemed to respond as he stepped into the circle, tall and unmistakable even among strangers. Neither the music nor the dancers stopped. But they all adjusted.

Draven stopped in front of me, but he didn’t touch me yet.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked quietly, his voice meant only for me.

I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze. "Very much."

The answer earned me a slow, dangerous smile. Then he reached for my hand. His thumb brushed over my knuckles twice, and immediately, I felt the world narrow.

I became acutely aware of how close we were. Of the heat radiating from his body. Of the way his scent wrapped around me—woodsmoke and night and something unmistakably him.

"This," he said quietly, leaning just enough that only I could hear, "is dangerous."

I swallowed. "You followed me anyway."

"Always."

The word sank into me, anchoring something fragile and hopeful all at once.

Next, he guided me out of the circle, slipping beyond the brightest firelight. The shadows quietly and calmly welcomed us. The music dulled to a heartbeat behind us.

Here, his hand slid from mine to my waist.

On the other hand, my fingers curled into the fabric of his tunic, not pulling him closer but just making sure he didn’t step away. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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