The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 581

Chapter 581: A Need for Xamira

[Meredith].

I stayed close to Draven as we stepped out of the tub, the steam still clinging to our skin.

We drained the water together, then moved under the shower, where the world narrowed to warm spray and quiet touches. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

We lathered each other without hurry—my hands smoothing soap over his arms and back, his palms steady at my waist—then rinsed the foam away beneath the showerhead until our skin was clean and warm again.

Afterwards, we dressed in silence and returned to the bedroom. But Draven had another unspoken request.

He sat down and looked up at me. And I smiled softly and moved behind him, guiding him to sit comfortably. Then, my fingers slid into his long, damp hair, and I began the massage slowly—circling his scalp, easing the tension at his temples.

A low sound escaped him.

I worked patiently, letting my fingers do what words couldn’t. His shoulders dropped little by little. When I shifted to the base of his skull and down his neck, he leaned forward instinctively, offering me more access.

Then he caught my wrists gently and guided my hands lower. "My shoulders," he murmured.

I didn’t refuse him. I kneaded the tight muscles there, thumbs pressing, palms warming, until the rigidity finally gave way.

Time blurred. My hands grew tired, my palms tingling, but I kept going until he exhaled deeply and leaned back in satisfaction.

Then, he reached up, took my hands, and pressed a kiss to each palm. When he looked at me, his eyes were clear—still burdened, still wounded, but calmer.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

Something softened in my chest. I nodded, not trusting my voice, and stepped away.

There was a small bunch of bananas in a bowl sitting on the table in our sitting area, so I grabbed them and went to wash them.

When I returned to the room, I told Draven to eat two or three of them. He gave a faint hum in response.

"I will go get our breakfast," I added, already turning toward the door.

As I left the room, I glanced back once more. He was still sitting there, calmer than he had been all morning—hair loose around his shoulders, a banana in hand, watching me with an expression that told me he would be fine.

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When I arrived at the dining room, everyone was already seated.

Dennis, Jeffery, and Oscar immediately stood up, chairs scraping softly against the floor. I lifted my hand at once, shaking my head slightly.

"Please, sit," I said. "There’s no need for formalities."

They obeyed without protest. Then, I turned toward the head of the table and bowed respectfully. "Good morning, father."

Randall acknowledged me with a nod, his sharp eyes flicking briefly to the empty chair beside him.

"Where is Draven?"

I kept my tone even. "He has a severe migraine this morning. He won’t be attending meetings or breakfast today."

Randall frowned. "A headache?" he repeated coolly. "Since when does a simple ailment keep an Alpha from the dining room, or from important meetings?"

I didn’t respond. In fact, I hadn’t planned to. Instead, I kept my gaze steady, my expression neutral, as if his words hadn’t been directed at me at all.

But on the other hand, Dennis leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, his voice light but edged.

"If my brother says he’s unwell, then he’s unwell. Migraines aren’t exactly something you can bark away."

As I walked away, a thought crossed my mind, sharp and unpleasant. ’What kind of father measures worth only by endurance?’

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