The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492: In Our Hands

[Meredith].

I woke to soft, familiar lips brushing mine unhurriedly.

I smiled before I even opened my eyes, shifting closer as Draven kissed me again, this time slower and warmer.

His hand slid to my waist, steadying me as if I might float away if he let go.

"You’re enjoying this far too much," he murmured against my lips.

"And you’re enjoying teasing me," I replied, smiling into the kiss.

He chuckled, deep and low, and for a moment I let myself forget everything—the secrets, destinies, and bloodline that had been bothering me.

There was only him. Only us.

Just then, he pulled away. I opened my eyes immediately, annoyance flashing across my face.

"You’re cruel."

He grinned, completely unrepentant. "If I stay any longer, I won’t go for my run."

And he was right. Still, I groaned dramatically and flopped back against the pillows. "Then I suppose I will call my maidservants to pack my things."

"That’s the spirit." He leaned down, kissed me once more—brief but affectionate, then straightened up.

Next, he grabbed a shirt from the sofa, pulled it over his head, and headed for the door.

"I will be back soon," he said over his shoulder.

The door closed softly behind him, and I lay there smiling until the quiet settled, taking the nerves with it.

I pushed myself up slightly, exhaling slowly. I was going to see my grandmother today—the woman who knew everything. The woman who held truths I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear.

And Draven was coming with me.

My chest tightened up a bit.

Draven didn’t know what I was—the fae blood running alongside the wolf within me. And I couldn’t warn my grandmother ahead of time, not without raising questions or making Draven suspicious.

There were too many secrets and too many threads pulled too tight.

I released a deep sigh and stared at the ceiling.

A few moments later, a soft knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened, and my maidservants filed in one after the other—Azul, Kira, Deidra, Cora, and Arya. They bowed lightly in greeting.

"Good morning, Luna," they said in unison.

I smiled, some of the tension in my chest easing. "Good morning."

Kira and Cora immediately moved toward the inner room, already discussing the bath in low voices. Deidra remained where she was, hands folded neatly in front of her.

"How would you like to dress today, Luna?" she asked.

"Something light," I replied after a moment. "Easy to move in."

Deidra nodded. "Understood."

I turned to her and Arya. "You both can pack my bag for the trip."

Arya paused. "How long will you be staying, Luna?"

I hesitated. "I’m not entirely sure... but three days should be enough."

Azul, standing beside the bed, spoke gently. "It may be safer to prepare for five nights."

Azul smiled gently. "It’s subtle. But it’s there."

As she poured another bowl of milk over my shoulder, I felt something stir deep inside me. It wasn’t pain or fear. But rather anticipation.

"Soon," Valmora’s voice whispered within me, calm and certain. "The powers will be in our hands soon."

My breath steadied. ’The full moon.’

Visiting my grandmother tonight isn’t a coincidence; it is deliberate timing. I could feel it now once again, the way something inside me was shifting, loosening, preparing.

Whatever awaited me beyond here, I knew one thing with unsettling clarity.

I would not return the same way I’m leaving.

Azul and Kira helped me out of the bath once the water had cooled. The milk slid away from my skin as they wrapped thick towels around me, careful, practised, and reverent.

Azul dried my arms and shoulders while Kira worked on my hair, squeezing out the excess water before wrapping it neatly.

Soon, a soft robe replaced the towel, and they guided me into the dressing room.

Deidra was already waiting, her face bright with quiet pride. She lifted the outfit she had chosen, holding it up for me to see.

"I thought this would suit you today, Luna."

I studied it and nodded. "It’s perfect."

Instantly, relief flashed across her face.

Azul and Kira worked together to dress me, their movements fluid and familiar.

The fabric settled comfortably against my skin, easy yet elegant.

Kira dried and styled my silver hair, leaving it loose but controlled, while Azul applied only the faintest touch of makeup, enough to soften my facial features.