The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: A Sneaky Lying Bastard

Draven.

My Study was too quiet.

I sat behind my desk, my fingers tapping on the polished wood, as my thoughts circled like vultures.

I thought about how Valmora had taken over Meredith like that, and how her voice had cut off mid-sentence—none of it remained with me.

"Rhovan," I called inwardly. "What was Valmora trying to say? Why did she suddenly stop?"

His voice rumbled through me, deep and certain. "I was the one who shut her off."

My brows furrowed, eyes narrowing at the firelight flickering across the study walls. "You shut her off? Why would you do that?"

"Because she was talking out of point," Rhovan said, blunt as ever.

I leaned back in my chair, suspicion threading cold through my veins. Valmora? Talking out of point? That was impossible. Her words were always measured, sharp, calculated.

"What was she going to say?" I pressed. "You know, don’t you?"

"It’s not important to you for now," he answered.

I grit my teeth with a quiet growl low in my chest. "But it was important enough for you to silence her?"

A sigh drifted through my head, a heavy, dismissive sound. "This is between me and her. She was looking for my attention and trying to bait me."

I narrowed my eyes, staring at nothing, at everything, knowing full well Rhovan was dodging me. He was hiding something.

And then, a thought struck, sharp and sudden. "Why does Valmora hate you, Rhovan?"

This was the perfect timing to raise this subject but what I did not expect was silence from the other end.

It was the kind of silence that told me Rhovan didn’t intend to answer.

But then a few second later, he broke it. "I would have to speak to her to find out. But it’s a shame... since I had been looking forward to meeting her."

My jaw tightened. Did he take me for a fool? "There is something I hate, Rhovan—and that is you keeping things from me. How can you not know why your mate hates you, and you haven’t even bothered to find out?"

He rumbled low, completely unbothered. "Let me ask you something. Back then, when you and Meredith were not on good terms, were you bothered by what she thought of you?"

A sharp and humourless scoff escaped me. "So this is your little trick? Keep living in the past to dodge my question?"

Rhovan said nothing, so I leaned forward with my elbows on the desk, and my voice edged with disdain.

"Speaking about the past—wasn’t it you, Rhovan, who kept teaching me how to treat my mate? But now that it’s your turn, suddenly you don’t remember. I guess you don’t practice what you preach."

There was a pause, then reluctantly, he let out a sigh. "Well... give me some time to sort things out with her."

"Listen to me, Rhovan. The next time Valmora wants to say something, you will not shut her off.

"My duty is to protect us, Draven. To protect you and our mate," he said.

"Leaving that wolf... I mean, Valmora—to take over Meredith, even for a few seconds, is risky," he pressed. "So, I must stop her whenever she tries it."

"Are you trying to convince me, Rhovan?"

"Yes. In a way," he admitted, his tone less combative now. "But Valmora is an ancient wolf. Very powerful. And I’m afraid that even I may not be able to keep up with her soon enough. I’ve not seen anything like her. She has once again reminded me that she is not to be trifled with."

I lowered my voice as I asked him, "You’re telling me Valmora can pose a threat to my wife?"

His answer came without hesitation. "Yes, she can. She is already a threat to me—so what do you think?"

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