The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 568

Chapter 568: Meredith was still Meredith

[Third Person].

The next morning passed in familiar rhythm.

Meredith and Draven completed their usual run in the early hours, followed by training and breakfast together.

The estate felt calm—too calm, perhaps—but neither of them commented on it.

When it was time to check on Xamira, Meredith deliberately slowed her steps. "You go ahead first," she told Draven.

He paused for a moment, nodded and continued toward Xamira’s bedroom.

Meanwhile, Meredith turned away and headed for her workstation. Inside, the room still smelled faintly of dried herbs. She moved straight to the shelf where she had placed the glass bottle the previous day.

The liquid inside was clear, slightly tinted from the herbs—harmless in truth, though no one else needed to know that.

She slipped the bottle into her sleeve and left.

When Meredith arrived at Xamira’s bedroom, the door was already open.

Xamira sat upright on the bed, her posture noticeably better than the day before. Colour had returned to her face, and the tight fear that once clung to her had softened—though it hadn’t disappeared.

Her nanny was just gathering the breakfast tray that sat empty on the bedside table.

"Luna," the woman greeted respectfully, dipping into a curtsy.

Meredith inclined her head. "You may go."

The nanny hesitated only a second, glanced once at Xamira, then left the room quietly, closing the door behind her.

Draven stood near the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his expression distant. He looked as though he had been thinking long and hard about so many things.

Meredith stepped in beside him, and the room settled into silence again.

Xamira didn’t wait anymore, seeing as it was just them in the room. She slid off the bed and knelt, her movements swift and deliberate, her head bowed low enough that her forehead nearly touched the floor.

"My lady, I choose to serve you," she said. Her voice was steady—too steady. "As your messenger. As your shadow. Whatever you command."

Meredith studied her for a long moment, searching for hesitation, fear sharp enough to fracture resolve. She found fear, yes—but it was disciplined now, and more focused.

Slowly, she reached into the wide sleeve of her shirt and brought out the glass bottle.

Xamira’s breath hitched when she saw it. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her printed dress.

"You understand what this means," Meredith said calmly. "Once you drink it, your life will no longer belong to you." Then she continued, mentioning the daily antidote she had to take for the rest of her life if she wanted to live.

Xamira swallowed. Then she lifted her head. "I understand."

Without waiting to be told again, she took the bottle from Meredith’s hand, uncorked it, and gulped the contents down in one motion without any signs of hesitation.

Meredith hadn’t expected that. So, she flicked a glance at Draven, expecting him to try to stop her life yesterday.

But Draven didn’t move, speak, or even try to stop it. This made Meredith wonder why he didn’t make a move.

Then, she instinctively reached for his mind, trying to hear his thoughts, and found nothing but a clean and intentional wall.

Her fingers stilled for half a heartbeat as she realized that he had intentionally blocked her from reading his mind, which meant he didn’t want her to know his thoughts at this moment.

And this made Meredith uncomfortable. She became uncertain whether to feel unsettled or strangely respected.

Meredith straightened and turned to Draven. "It’s too risky for her to continue being Xamira once she starts running errands."

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