The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 336

Chapter 336: A Man Full of Wisdom

Meredith.

"There is an exception." I lifted my chin, meeting his stare. "I can’t break into the minds of powerful wolves if they choose to block it. That’s why I couldn’t hear what you and your brother were talking about earlier."

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile, his lips parting. "And how do you know Dennis and I were having a private conversation?"

I smirked, tilting my head. "You are underestimating me, Draven. Do you really think I’m still the same woman I was before we marked each other? I’m a lot more sensitive now. More... sensible too."

His mouth closed again. He tapped his fingers against his thigh, his eyes full of something rare—surprise, yes, but also pride.

I leaned in, my voice dropping into a whisper meant only for him. "Relax. I’m not going to ask what you and Dennis talked about. Obviously, you didn’t want me to know."

"Meredith—" he began, but I caught his hand, smiling as I laced my fingers through his.

"I’m not angry," I assured him.

He exhaled softly, the breath leaving him with a smile. He gave a small nod, his grip tightening around my hand.

Then his eyes sharpened again, assessing. "Do you want to test this skill on Brackham? See if you can hear his thoughts?"

I nodded slowly, the weight of it settling on my chest but not frightening me. "Yes. If I could hear his thoughts, I could learn his process, what he is planning. Maybe even hints about the secret lab."

Draven leaned back, sinking into thought, his jaw tight, his silence heavy.

I reached for his arm gently. "This can be another option for us. Another way to find the lab."

His eyes met mine, the firelight catching their gold, and I saw it then, the way his pride warred with his protectiveness, his hunger for control against his trust in me.

And I knew he was already weighing whether to let me try.

"You’re already making history, Meredith," he finally said, his voice low but resolute. "You’re writing your name into the sands of time. And nothing can stop you."

The words sank into me, heavy but warm. My chest swelled at his praise, at the conviction behind it.

I swallowed softly and searched his eyes. "Do you really think I will be a good Queen for our people?"

He didn’t hesitate. "I’m sure of it. You will be a great Queen." Then his gaze sharpened, his voice carrying the edge of warning. "As long as you don’t lose yourself."

The weight of that lingered. I stilled, truly considering it. Lose myself. I had never thought of that before. My fingers tightened in my lap as the thought pressed deeper.

’Could that really happen to me?’

"It’s easy," Draven continued, his tone heavy with experience, "to lose yourself in power. In authority. Most of the Elders of the Werewolf Council have done just that. Brackham and his cohorts as well. They let power get into their heads. Now they are greedy for more, and willing to do anything—everything—to feed it."

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