The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 474

Chapter 474: The Only Woman Bound to Me

[Draven].

As I spoke, I sketched a rectangular structure with soundproof, weapon racks, shielded walls, and strong training equipment.

Then I added a smaller adjoining section.

"A private living space here," I said, indicating it with the pen. "A shower. A small changing area. A closet. She must be able to wash up and return to the main house without anyone realizing she’s been up to."

Jeffery studied the drawing closely, absorbing every detail. Then he nodded. "I understand exactly what you want."

"Here is the location I want it." I handed him the page. "How long would it take?"

He looked at it, then at me. "Three days, Alpha."

I drummed my fingers lightly against the desk. "Good."

He stood to leave, but paused as I added, "I will notify my father about the location I want for the private training ground during dinner, just for formality’s sake. Then you can begin."

Jeffery nodded sharply. "It will be done."

When the door closed behind him, I let out a long breath and leaned back in my chair.

Three days. By then, Meredith and I would be returning from visiting her grandmother. Perfect timing.

The training ground would be ready, and no one would know.

Releasing another sigh, my gaze landed on the wall clock. It was nearing dinner, so I rose and exited the study, stretching my arms briefly as I headed toward the stairs.

As I walked, I checked on Meredith through the mate link. She was still sleeping deeply.

"Let her rest." Rhovan rumbled approvingly.

I agreed.

I reached the staircase and descended, deciding to walk instead of taking the lift. It felt good to stretch my legs.

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By the time I entered the dining room, everyone was already seated.

Everyone except my father rose to acknowledge me—Dennis, Jeffery, Oscar, even the servants along the walls bowed deeply.

I lifted a hand. "Sit."

Chairs scraped softly as they obeyed.

I walked to the opposite end of the long table, feeling my father’s gaze drilling into my back with every step.

A servant quickly pulled out my chair, and I sat without looking away from the old man at the other end.

My father spoke first. "Where is your wife?"

"Exhausted." I didn’t bother to soften my voice. "She won’t be joining us for dinner."

His lip curled faintly. "Weak. She cannot even handle one formal visit in a day?"

My jaw tightened at that insult levelled against my wife.

On the other hand, the servants froze. Dennis glanced up. Jeffery’s posture stiffened. Oscar kept his eyes on his plate, sensing incoming thunder.

I didn’t give my father a second to continue. I had had enough.

"If there is one thing that will truly shock me," I said calmly, "it’s the day you and those fellow old men stop being obsessed with my mate."

Instantly, the air stopped. The reminder was deliberate, and he knew it.

Meredith is not merely my wife by law. She is my mate, the only woman the Moon Goddess bound to me.

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. She really must have been exhausted.

Quietly, I walked over and adjusted the duvet around her shoulders. Her breathing was soft, steady, peaceful. I brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face, careful not to wake her.

Just then, a soft knock echoed from the door.

My whole body moved instinctively, quietly and accurately, crossing the room in seconds. I opened the door and saw Madame Beatrice standing there instead of the young servant from earlier.

But I wasn’t surprised. This floor on this West wing belonged to me alone, and now to my wife as well. Only a handful of people had permission to set foot here.

Madame Beatrice bowed deeply, her hands steady around a silver tray. "Alpha Draven."

"I will take it," I said automatically, reaching for the tray.

But she stepped back a fraction—firm, but polite. "With respect, Alpha... allow me."

I exhaled quietly. Fighting her on this was pointless; Beatrice had been in service longer than I had been alive, and her sense of duty was iron. So, I stepped aside.

She walked in, quiet as a shadow, and made her way to the small sitting area. She placed the tray gently on the table, adjusted its position by a precise inch, then bowed again.

"Good night, Alpha."

I gave her a curt nod, and she slipped out, closing the door without a sound.

Once she was gone, I crossed to the tray and lifted the cover. And right there before my eyes were a warm bowl of broth, fresh slices of fruit, a few light pastries, and a cup of herbal tea.

That was exactly what I asked for.

Meredith would wake up hungry, and when she did, she would have something easy on her stomach.

I replaced the lid and looked back toward the bed. Meredith was still asleep, curled like a small kitten, one hand peeking out of the duvet.

A strange warmth unfurled in my chest.