The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 644

Chapter 644: Rights and Rewards

[Meredith].

The accusation in Draven’s tone was almost childish.

"Someone had to." I shrugged innocently.

His gaze narrowed. And before I could react, his arm shot out.

"Draven—!"

He grabbed my waist and dragged me down onto the bed beside him. I landed with a startled laugh, half-tangled in the blankets.

"You are really something!" I protested.

Draven rolled onto his side, one arm still firmly around me so I couldn’t escape. His hair was a mess now, falling over his eyes, and he looked thoroughly unimpressed with the world.

"You woke me up," he repeated, with a low, grumpy voice.

"That is because you were sleeping like a dead wolf."

"I was resting."

"You were snoring," I teased.

His eyes narrowed again. "Meredith, I do not snore in my sleep."

"You do," I argued, properly swallowing my laughter.

"I don’t," he insisted.

"You absolutely do." I raised a brow of defiance.

Draven pulled me a little closer. "Careful," he murmured. "You are insulting your King."

I smiled sweetly. "My King was drooling on his pillow."

For a moment, he just stared at me. Then a slow, dangerous smile appeared on his lips. "Oh, really?"

Before I could say anything else, he shifted and pinned me lightly against the mattress, his arm braced beside my head.

My breath caught. His expression softened as he looked down at me. "You came here just to bully me this morning?"

"Someone has to keep you humble."

His thumb brushed lightly against my cheek. "Is that so?" The teasing edge in his voice faded as something warmer replaced it.

Then, his gaze moved slowly across my face as if memorizing every detail. "I didn’t see you when I woke up the first time," he said quietly. "So, I assumed you had already started your day, but clearly not."

He looked me up and down, taking in my looks and noting that I was still in my night robe. "Working again?"

"Writing to my grandmother."

Draven hummed softly. Then his fingers slid gently through my hair, pushing a loose strand away from my face.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence between us was comfortable and safe.

His gaze softened even more. "You know," he murmured, "most Queens would let their King sleep in peace."

I tilted my head slightly. "Most Kings don’t drag their Queens onto the bed like hoodlums."

He chuckled quietly. The sound vibrated through his chest. Then he leaned down and pressed a warm, gentle, slow kiss to my forehead. "Give me five minutes."

When he pulled back, his hand settled against my waist. "I’ve missed this," he admitted quietly.

I blinked. "This?"

"Just... you." His thumb brushed against my side absentmindedly. "No council meetings. No elders complaining. No dealing with enemies."

A small smile curved my lips. "I have missed it too." His gaze deepened, and in this moment, there was only my mate.

Draven leaned down again, this time pressing a soft kiss against my lips, just slow and warm and familiar.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against mine. "Stay a little longer," he murmured.

I smiled. "The heroes of Stormveil are waiting for their King."

"Let them wait."

"You are neglecting your duties. That’s terrible of you."

"I know." His arms tightened around me slightly, pulling me closer against his chest. "I need five minutes," he said lazily.

I laughed softly. "Your Majesty, you said that ten minutes ago."

Draven closed his eyes again, clearly unmoved. "Then five more."

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Two hours later, Draven and I walked side by side down the long hallway. As we approached the grand hall, the palace announcer stepped forward.

His voice rang loudly. "His Majesty, King Draven Oatrun, and Her Majesty, Queen Meredith Carter!"

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