The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 562

Chapter 562: Too Many Questions

[Third Person].

Meredith didn’t slow until she reached her bedroom.

Draven had gone the other way—to return her things to the workstation and to summon Xamira’s nanny with strict instructions. And Meredith knew why.

Xamira, once healed, would not be trusted to remain still without watchful eyes, so Draven wasn’t wrong.

The door closed behind Meredith with a soft click, and she was met with immediate silence. Now that she was alone, she straightened—and the calm she had been holding fractured just enough for her to breathe deeply.

"Valmora." The name was not just a call. It was a summons.

Instantly, the heat stirred, coiling low in her chest, sharp and defiant. Valmora surged—not outward, not enough to seize control—but close enough that Meredith felt her fury vibrating against her bones.

"That ends now," Meredith said aloud, her voice steady and cold.

Valmora’s presence bristled. "She was a threat," she answered, unrepentant. "I did what you hesitated to do."

Meredith’s jaw tightened. "You acted without permission," she said flatly. "You took my body. You nearly killed someone while wearing my face."

A low, dangerous growl rolled through her blood. "I protected you."

"No!" Meredith snapped. "You indulged yourself."

The air in the room thickened as Valmora pushed back, her power pressing insistently, but Meredith did not yield. Instead, she stepped forward, planting her feet as if she were facing a physical opponent.

"You are my wolf," Meredith said, each word deliberately. "Not my ruler. And definitely not my executioner." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The presence recoiled slightly.

"A wolf does not overtake its host," Meredith continued. "No matter how powerful. No matter who you once were."

Valmora flared—ancient pride, wrath, and the echo of a crown that had once been hers. "I am the Wolf Queen."

Meredith didn’t blink. "And I am the woman who carries you," she replied. "Do not forget that."

Silence followed. Then Meredith spoke again, quieter, but far more dangerous.

"If you ever take control like that again," she said, "I will denounce you."

The word landed like a blade.

"I will no longer care that you are the Wolf Queen, or I’m the reincarnation of one. I will not honour you. I will not listen to you. I will cage you so deep you will never touch the surface of my mind again."

The presence stilled completely. Valmora did not apologize. She did not retreat out of shame, but she fell silent.

And that silence—heavy, restrained, absolute—was acceptance.

Meredith exhaled slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing at last. "Good," she murmured.

Then, she moved to the window and rested her forehead briefly against the cool glass, grounding herself. Outside, the estate carried on as if nothing had happened.

But inside her, a line had been drawn. And for the first time since awakening Valmora fully, Meredith knew her wolf would not cross it again.

But if it ever does happen, she would not hesitate to give up her title and her powers if that meant she got to remain in control.

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Not long after, Draven returned to their bedroom and found Meredith standing near the window, her posture composed but distant, as if she were still listening for something beyond the glass.

The moment she sensed him, she turned away and walked toward the sitting area, lowering herself onto the sofa without a word.

Draven followed and spoke first, his tone steady and deliberate.

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