The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 558

Chapter 558: She Could Hear Them

[Third Person].

"I see you are a little bit wary of the water today," Draven chuckled calmly. "But it’s fine. I will go in first."

With that, he moved closer to the pool. And Meredith’s shoulders loosened a fraction.

Draven stepped into the water alone, the surface breaking quietly around his legs. "Come," he said, meeting her gaze.

Meredith hesitated for a second, then lowered herself to the edge and slipped her feet into the water. It was cool, but not biting. Her breath remained steady.

Draven stayed close, one hand lightly bracing her elbow as she eased herself down another step.

"That’s enough," he said when he felt her tense. "Stay there."

They stood together in the shallow end, the water barely reaching her waist. Draven’s unmoving presence was solid at her side.

"Lean back," he instructed gently. "I’ve got you."

His hands came to her back, firm and sure, guiding her until the water supported her weight. Her heart fluttered, her breath catching for just a moment, but it didn’t spiral.

"You’re safe," Draven murmured. "Now, breathe."

She did it slowly. The water cradled her. His hands remained beneath her shoulders, steady as stone.

Seconds passed, then more. When her breathing evened, Draven loosened his grip—only lessening the pressure, giving her space to feel the water hold her. And then, he let go.

Almost at the same time, something shifted inside Meredith. It was clarity. Her eyes widened briefly before softening as memory and instinct crashed together all at once.

’I am no longer who I used to be. I am not weak. I am not worthless.’

The realization struck with quiet force.

She was the Wolf Queen. Fae-blooded. Bound to ancient power. What had water ever been to her, truly?

Just then, Valmora’s voice rose strong and clear. "Fear makes you vulnerable to anything and anyone. Rage is your shield. Remember who you are."

Meredith smiled and closed her eyes. Her body floated effortlessly, the water obeying her presence as much as supporting it. Her fear dissolved, replaced by calm certainty.

Draven watched from only a step away, a slow, proud smile spreading across his face. "She’s back," he thought.

Initially, he thought he would need to train her for a few more days before her fear completely disappeared. But at that moment, observing the woman enjoying herself in the water, he realized there would be no more lessons.

His mate was no longer afraid.

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Breakfast was a quieter affair that morning.

The long table was occupied, plates already half-filled as servants moved in and out with practised efficiency. Conversation was sparse, the weight of recent events lingering in the air.

Midway through the meal, Elder Randall paused, setting his cutlery aside. His gaze shifted deliberately toward Meredith.

"I heard your gathering yesterday morning was a success," he said. "You did well."

Meredith looked up, surprised, then inclined her head politely. "Thank you, Father."

Randall nodded once. "You should hold more such events in the future. Funds will not be an issue."

Meredith felt a small jolt of discomfort. ’That was never my intention...’

"Don’t," his voice murmured through the bond. "Let this stand. Clearing it up will cost you his support. It may not matter now, but it will later."

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