The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: He Wants Me

Meredith.

Draven withdrew his hand, leaning back, his expression shadowed by the firelight.

"This is why you think I am heartless in some of my decisions. But no, Meredith... it is simply me letting my mind lead me."

His eyes darkened, voice dipping lower. "Sometimes, I must make little sacrifices for the greater good. Even if it means shedding innocent blood."

My stomach turned at the bluntness of it. My lips pressed together, unease prickling through me.

As if sensing it, Draven’s mouth curved into a small smile. He lifted a hand to cup my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek. His touch was warm and steadying.

"You have much to learn," he said, softer now. "And I will be happy to put you through."

The reassurance should have soothed me, but my chest tightened instead. His earlier words echoed sharply inside me. Shedding innocent blood.

I caught his wrist gently, holding his hand against my face. "Draven," I whispered, searching his golden eyes, "I don’t like that. Innocent blood shouldn’t be shed. Not for anything."

His gaze deepened, unreadable. He didn’t pull away, but his silence weighed heavily.

"I know you’ve lived longer than me," I went on, my voice firmer now though my heart pounded, "and you’ve seen things I can’t even imagine. But... killing innocents, doesn’t that make us no different from Brackham? From those who abuse their power?"

For a heartbeat, there was nothing but the crackle of fire between us. His hand stayed on my face, unmoving.

Then he sighed, low and controlled, though his eyes never left mine. "You see, Meredith... this is why I say you still have much to learn." His tone was not cruel, but measured, like a teacher correcting a pupil.

"Sometimes, we don’t have the luxury of clean choices. Sometimes, sacrificing a few saves the many. I’ve carried that burden more times than I care to count."

His words pressed against me, heavy and cold. I wanted to argue, to fight it, but the certainty in his voice—the weight of lived experience made my throat tighten.

Still, I whispered, "I hope... I hope I never lose the part of me that sees their blood as innocent."

Something flickered in his eyes then—pride, sorrow, perhaps both. He leaned closer, briefly pressing his forehead against mine.

"Hold onto it," he murmured. "That’s what makes you who you are. But know this, when the time comes, you may not have a choice. And when that day comes, I will be there to carry it with you."

My breath caught, the mix of dread and comfort coiling inside me. Draven was a man carved by necessity, and I—I was still learning what it meant to live under the weight of it.

But his words lingered against me, heavy with truth, and for a long moment I couldn’t answer.

My heart ached to insist, to promise that I would never spill innocent blood. But deep down, I knew better.

Until I fully embraced the role of a leader, I couldn’t say what choices I would have to make.

Reality pressed at me like a shadow. There might come a day when the greater good demanded a price I didn’t want to pay.

And if that day came, I couldn’t say for sure that I would choose differently from him.

I drew in a slow breath, lowering my eyes. I couldn’t promise him my ideals. I could only promise to try.

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