The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 535

Chapter 535: New Workstation

[Meredith].

Draven didn’t stop at the doorway.

He walked straight up to me, cupped my face with one hand, and stole a kiss before I could even register his presence. It was brief, warm, and familiar enough to make my shoulders loosen without my permission.

Dennis made a soft gagging sound behind us.

Draven pulled back and glanced around the room, his eyes flicking from the worktable to the half-sorted herbs and jars.

"I wasn’t expecting you two back so soon," he said mildly. "I thought you would spend more time arguing with vendors and haggling over leaves."

I managed a smile. "We couldn’t find all the herbs I wanted. Most of what they had wasn’t fresh enough."

"That market was never known for medicine," he replied easily. "Fortunately, Mystic Furs isn’t the only pack in Stormveil." His gaze lingered on mine for a beat, then he suggested, "You should visit the Moonstone local market next time."

I nodded. At the end of the day, I knew he was right. There was no avoiding it forever. Still, the thought tightened something in my chest.

"I will deal with it," I told myself. "Just not today."

Just then, Draven’s next question pulled me back. "Do you need help?"

Before I could answer, Dennis scoffed. "You show up after she has already put me to work, and now you want credit?"

Draven arched a brow. "I entrusted my mate to you. I didn’t say you would enjoy it."

"Big mistake," Dennis muttered. "Very big."

I raised a hand. "Enough. There is still a lot to do."

The room was indeed a mess—leaves scattered across the table, jars half-labelled, bundles tied but not shelved. The floor needed sweeping, the worktable wiping, and the shelves arranging.

"I will call the servants," I said, already turning toward the door. But Draven caught my wrist gently.

"You don’t need to."

Before I could argue, he slowly but deliberately rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and reached for a stack of empty jars. "I’m free for now. Tell me where this goes."

I stared at him. "Draven—"

He was already holding one up. "Shelf or table?"

Dennis barked out a laugh. "Look at that. The future King of Werewolves—reduced to jar duty."

Draven shot him a look. "Pick something up before I reduce you to floor duty."

And just like that, both of them started working and helping around.

I gave up trying to stop it. Instead, I pointed, instructed, and corrected—leaving the delicate work to myself while assigning the heavier tasks to them.

Dennis carried crates and stacked shelves, complaining loudly. Draven cleaned the table, swept the floor, and placed jars with a precision that suggested he was taking this far more seriously than he let on.

Watching them—my mate and his brother, moving at my direction and following my instructions without question, a strange thought crossed my mind. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

’What would Randall think if he saw this?’

An Alpha. A future King, carrying jars, sweeping floors and sorting herbs.

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