The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: Nothing to Prove

[Meredith].

Azul and Kira followed me into the bathroom. Steam curled around the tiled walls, the air heavy with the scent of vanilla—the same fragrance that always seemed to quiet my thoughts.

Azul tested the water first before helping me climb in. Instantly, the warmth wrapped over me like a slow exhale.

I leaned back as Azul knelt beside the tub, gently lifted my right wrist, and let a stream of cold water run over the faint bruise.

"It will finish fading by morning," she said softly.

I didn’t answer immediately. I was watching the ripples move across the surface of the bath.

Then, Kira inquired, "Do you want me to use a concealer on it later, my Lady?"

I shook my head. "No." It didn’t sound like a permanent solution, at least not without it staining my clothes.

Kira tilted her head. "Then, as long as you wear a long-sleeve robe tonight, you will hide it easily."

That earned a faint smile from me. "That will do."

When the bath was done, they helped me out, drying my hair and body, then guided me back to the dressing room, wrapped in a towel.

The others had already gone. So, Azul and Kira moved quietly, their hands deft and respectful.

"Do you both live in the servants’ quarters?" I asked absently as Kira fetched a robe.

"Yes, my Lady," Kira said, handing it over. "But not in the outer quarters. We stay in the main building—those of higher service rank are allowed to."

That detail lingered in my mind for a moment. The Oatrun estate was full of silent hierarchies; even the walls seemed to understand rank.

Before I could ask more, I heard the faint sound of the front door opening. The rhythm of his steps was unmistakable.

Azul tied the sash of my robe just as I turned toward the noise.

Draven stood in the sitting area, lighting one of the candles near the window. The faint scent of sandalwood mixed with the vanilla haze from my bath. When he turned, the candlelight caught his face, and the hard lines softened.

Azul and Kira bowed immediately. "Alpha," they greeted.

He nodded in acknowledgement, his eyes sliding briefly to me before they retreated toward the door. Once they left, the room fell into an easy silence.

"You took your time," I said, smiling as I walked closer.

He set the candle aside and met me halfway. "Some of the Alphas wanted a private word," he said, his tone low, almost apologetic.

"I see," I murmured.

He leaned in then, closing the remaining distance. The warmth of his breath brushed my throat as he inhaled slowly near my neck.

"Vanilla," he said against my skin, his voice a deep whisper. "You always smell like this when you are calm."

I felt the smallest shiver run through me. "And when I’m not calm?"

His smile curved against my collarbone. "Then you smell like rain before a storm."

The next second, his lips brushed the side of my neck, soft but deliberate, and my breath caught before I could stop it.

Then, his hands slid up my arms, and I felt the faintest brush near the wrist he hadn’t yet seen. A sliver of unease slipped through the warmth.

"Draven," I whispered, placing my hand on his chest.

He drew back a little, his eyes searching my face. "What is it?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He looked calmer.

I shifted under the covers, pretending not to notice the way his gaze found me immediately. "Feeling better?" I asked softly.

He nodded once, crossing the space to his side of the bed. "Better," he said, his voice low. "Though I should be the one asking you that."

"I’m fine."

He studied me for a heartbeat longer, then lifted the covers and slipped in beside me.

The mattress dipped under his weight, the faint scent of soap and mint tracing the air between us. His arm brushed against mine, and without thinking, I stiffened just a little.

He noticed. Of course he did. But he didn’t press. Instead, he turned on his side, facing me in the dim light.

"You handled yourself well tonight," he said quietly. "Even with the Elders watching you like they were measuring your worth."

I looked at him, my expression calm. "It doesn’t matter what they think. I have nothing to prove to them."

He smiled faintly, as if that answer pleased him more than he expected. "That’s what I like to hear."

We lay there for a while, the silence between us soft instead of heavy. Then, just as my eyes began to drift shut, I felt his fingers brush lightly against my hair.

"Sleep," he murmured. "Tomorrow might be another long day."

I turned my face toward him, eyes half-closed. "Will it ever not be?"

He chuckled under his breath. "Not for people like us."

The warmth of his body beside mine was grounding, steady. My eyes fluttered closed fully this time, and I let the rhythm of his breathing lull me toward sleep.