The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357: What I’m Capable Of

Meredith.

The vampire’s steps were unhurried, her heeled boots tapping lightly on the blood-slicked tiles.

Then her lips curled back in a smile as her sharp teeth glistened. "Ah... what have we here?" Her voice was low and melodic, like poison wrapped in silk.

She tilted her head as she studied me, her red eyes bright with something between hunger and intrigue. "Not human. No... you smell different."

My heart rate increased that second.

She inhaled sharply, her nostrils flaring. Then her smile widened into something feral.

"A wolf... but not just any wolf. There is fae blood in your veins." She licked her lips, savouring the taste of her own words. "An interesting specie indeed."

My stomach dropped as my pulse thudded harder.

"She sees you for what you are," Valmora whispered, her tone neither surprised nor alarmed, but amused. "And now she wants to play with her food."

The vampire’s gaze raked over me slowly, like claws dragging across skin. Then, she circled, forcing me to turn with her, the way a rabbit might be made to dance before the hawk’s talons struck.

"Pretty little hybrid," she crooned softly. "Rare. Fragile. I wonder what your blood tastes like—warm like a wolf’s, or sweet like a fae’s."

Her laughter was soft, chilling, and slipping beneath my skin at the same time.

My fists clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms. I forced myself not to back away, even as fear clawed at me.

"She wants to rattle you," Valmora warned sharply. "And she is succeeding. Steady your heart, girl."

Just then, the vampire stopped a few steps away, her crimson eyes gleaming as she tilted her head again.

"So tell me, wolf-girl," she whispered, "will you run, or will you beg?"

Her words slithered around me. My heart hammered against my ribs so violently I swore it might shatter.

But her smile deepened as though she could hear it. "Ah... yes. That fear. I can smell it in your veins."

Immediately, she moved, her body blurring faster than I could follow. One moment, she was smirking; the next, her claws sliced through the air where my throat had been just a heartbeat earlier.

I staggered backwards, nearly falling against the table as the world spun in a rush of panic.

Gasps and screams echoed in my head. And before I could recover, she lunged again, and this time I ducked, but her claws snagged strands of my hair instead of my flesh.

I hit the floor hard, the cold tiles shocking against my palms.

"Up! On your feet, Meredith!" Valmora roared. "You will not crawl!"

It for a few seconds before I forced myself up despite my trembling legs and ragged breath.

My gaze stayed fixed on the vampire as she slowly straightened, licking her fingers as if the strands of my hair were enough to whet her appetite.

Then she hissed, her movements smooth and tinged with mockery as she circled me once more,

"Sloppy," she whispered. "So fragile. You are all bark and no bite."

Something in me snapped.

The sound of her voice—mocking, smooth, and cruel ignited something hot in my chest.

I wasn’t afraid anymore. I was furious.

How dare she belittle me? How dare she think I would stand here trembling while she toyed with me?

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms until they nearly broke skin.

Her grin widened, as if she could taste my anger. "That’s it," she purred, stepping closer, her movements almost lazy. "Show me those pretty teeth before I break them."

The second she finished her last word, she lunged at me.

I jumped back as the swipe of her claws sliced through the air where my face had been a second ago. My breath hitched, my heart thundering, but my legs held steady.

She came again, faster this time and made two quick slashes aimed for my neck. I ducked under the second and drove my elbow into her ribs.

The impact made a sick, satisfying sound. She hissed and stumbled back, looking utterly surprised.

"Good," Valmora whispered, her voice smooth as smoke.

I rushed forward before the vampire could recover, throwing my weight behind a punch that landed squarely across her jaw.

Her head snapped to the side, and she snarled—an ugly, guttural sound that vibrated through the space.

Her claws struck out again, but it was too quick for me to dodge. I felt them cut through the side of my arm and across my shoulder.

"You didn’t kill that thing." Valmora’s amused voice slithered into my head, calm and amused.

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