The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: A New Lesson

Meredith.

The first rays of morning light slipped through the curtains, nudging me awake.

My body still hummed with the warmth of Draven’s embrace from last night, and for a brief second, I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to sink deeper into him.

But then my thoughts suddenly returned to Valmora’s words, the mark on my shoulder—the truth I didn’t want to face.

I turned on my side, watching Draven sleep. His face looked so calm, nothing like the man who carried the weight of his people on his shoulders.

Last night, he had held me through my disappointment, his steady touch telling me he wouldn’t let the curse define me. Still, deep inside, fear lingered.

What if the shift takes longer than expected to happen? What if I fail him?

As soon as I had such thoughts, Valmora stirred. "You won’t fail. Stop planting poison in your own mind. Last night was proof that your bond with him is stronger than fear."

I swallowed, my fingers absently tracing the mark on my shoulder. I still didn’t want Draven to know everything yet—about me being a half-fae, because then, my grandma would be exposed, and I needed to speak to her first before that.

Pushing the thoughts aside, I got off the bed and slipped into my thin nightdress. Today was supposed to be different.

Today, Draven had promised to teach me something new, and I wasn’t going to let my doubts cloud that.

When I glanced back at the bed, Draven’s eyes were already open, watching me with that calm intensity that always made me feel both safe and restless at once.

"Good morning," I whispered.

"Good morning, wife," he replied, voice low and rough from sleep. Then, with the faintest smile, he added, "Are you ready for your lesson?"

My heart skipped for a moment, but then I slowly nodded, giving him a big smile.

"Come here," Draven said, patting the side of the bed.

’Was the training supposed to take place here?’ I blinked, utterly confused. "Here? I thought—"

"Sit," he interrupted gently with the faintest curve tugging his lips.

I obeyed and perched beside him. My mind raced, wondering what kind of lesson could possibly start on his bed instead of the training grounds.

He shifted to face me, his knee brushing mine. "Last night you spoke to your wolf, and I was able to hear her through our matebond," he began, his tone calm but firm.

"But there’s something I can teach you now. Something more important than swinging fists or throwing sand in an opponent’s eyes."

I tilted my head, curious. "And what is that?"

His gaze locked on mine, so sharp it made my breath falter. "How to shield your thoughts from me, and from anyone else. Even from a wolf or any being more powerful than you."

I froze, my lips parting. "I... I thought you could hear me now because of the matebond."

"You let me," he corrected softly. "You open the door, I walk through. But you can close it. You need to close it. Because even a matebond can be used against you if you are careless."

I swallowed hard, my heartbeat quickening. He was right. Last night, he had heard Valmora. He had listened to our conversation, and I had been almost exposed.

"Show me," I whispered.

Draven leaned closer, his hand brushing a strand of silver hair behind my ear.

"First, steady yourself. Breathe, then picture a wall, solid and unbreakable, between your thoughts and mine. Hold it. Don’t let me in."

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