The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 580

Chapter 580: Anchoring Him

[Meredith].

Early the next morning, Draven and I stretched quietly in the training space before returning to our bedroom in the main house.

He looked better now, rested. But not healed.

The sharp edge from last night had dulled just enough for me to breathe easier. Still, I knew better than to think the storm inside him had passed. It was only sleeping.

When he lay back down on our bed, staring at the ceiling, I hesitated before speaking.

"Do you have any meetings today?" I asked carefully.

"Yes," he replied. Then, after a pause, he added, "But I won’t be attending."

I nodded, not surprised.

"And I won’t be joining breakfast."

That one stung more than I expected.

I didn’t push him. I knew that look in his eyes—the one that said he couldn’t bear to sit across from his father yet, not with everything still raw and burning in his chest.

"I will stay with you today," I uttered instead. "At least until after lunch. I have... something important to do later."

He didn’t respond, but he didn’t object either.

"Would you like a bath?" I asked softly after a moment.

He shook his head and closed his eyes. "I don’t want the servants disturbing me today."

"I will make sure they don’t," I promised, knowing he wanted to be left alone without the presence of the servants in our room to do their duty.

I left Draven there and went straight into the bathroom. There were still a couple of hours before breakfast, and I needed the water as much as he did.

So, I ran a warm bath and added a few drops of aromatic oils—nothing too sharp, just calming scents meant to loosen tension.

When the tub was ready, I stripped and slipped in, sighing as the warmth wrapped around me. My muscles finally began to relax.

As I leaned back, my thoughts drifted to Rosalie. I had planned to visit her today. I needed to. But Draven needed me more right now, so I pushed the visit to the evening. I couldn’t bring myself to mention anything about his mother.

Through the bond, I sent a quiet instruction to Azul to keep the servants away from our room for the day.

Then I closed my eyes.

Not long after, the bathroom door opened. I didn’t need to look to know it was him, but I still opened my eyes.

Draven stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and began unbuttoning his shirt in silence.

My breath caught—not in surprise, but in understanding. In the end, I shifted slightly in the tub, making room for him.

He finished undressing without a word and stepped into the water, settling at the opposite end. The tub instantly felt too small for both of us, our knees brushing, the heat intensifying.

But when his leg pressed more firmly against mine, and his shoulders finally lowered just a fraction, I knew why he was here.

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