The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 545

Chapter 545: Morning of the Event

[Meredith].

The dressing room was calm when I stepped inside—quiet in the way that only comes when everyone understands the purpose of the moment.

Azul had already laid my clothes out neatly on the padded bench. No gowns. No silks. No heavy fabrics meant to impress.

Instead, there was a simple, well-fitted pair of soft, dark trousers and a light, long-sleeved shirt in a muted earth tone—clean, practical, and comfortable enough to move in. The kind of clothing I would wear if I expected to walk among people, kneel beside them, and work with my hands.

Exactly what I needed.

Deidra caught my hesitation and smiled. "You chose well, Luna."

"I didn’t want them to feel like they were coming to a palace," I said quietly. "I want them to feel welcome."

Kira nodded as she gathered my silver hair. There was no elaborate styling, no braids meant to display status. She pulled it back into a neat ponytail, securing it firmly so it wouldn’t fall into my face while I moved.

"This suits you, Luna," she said. "It looks honest."

That word settled in my chest.

My makeup was minimal—barely more than a touch to even my skin and soften the shadows under my eyes. There were no bold colours or shimmer. Just enough colour that I wouldn’t look tired or distant.

As for jewellery, Azul held up a small tray, then paused, watching me instead of presenting it.

I shook my head. "Just the ring."

I didn’t need any other piece from that tray. If they were going to listen to me today, it wouldn’t be because I dazzled them. It would be because I stood among them as someone who cared.

Still, as the final touches were done and the servants stepped back, a familiar tightness crept into my chest. I stared at my reflection, wondering if the people would recognize me.

’What if they don’t come?’ The thought slid in quietly, unwelcome but persistent.

What if the benches stay empty? What if the women whisper instead of listening?

What if all they see when they look at me is the cursed, wolfless Luna they have already decided I am?

"Luna," Azul said softly, meeting my eyes in the mirror. "You look beautiful."

I smiled for her. I really did, but the unease didn’t fade. My fingers curled slightly at my sides.

Just then, we heard the door open behind us, and I felt him before I saw him.

Draven stepped in, dressed simply—plain dark shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, and casual trousers that made him look real and approachable, no Alpha regalia.

His gaze found me instantly and softened in understanding. "Give us a moment," he said gently.

My maidservants bowed and slipped out without question, closing the door behind them.

The silence that followed felt heavier than the noise ever had. Then, Draven crossed the room slowly, stopping behind me.

He didn’t touch me at first. Just looked at my reflection like he was taking me in properly—like he always did when he was thinking something important.

"You’re nervous," he said.

I let out a quiet breath. "Is it that obvious?"

"Only to me."

That made my throat tighten. Then I looked down at my hands again. "I’ve prepared everything. I’ve planned every detail. The seating, the food, the gifts, the herbs—"

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