The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 359

Chapter 359: The Comfort I Had Denied Her

Draven.

The drive back to the estate was quiet. Meredith didn’t say a word the entire time.

She just stared out the window, her reflection faint in the glass. She appeared calm on the surface, but I could hear her heartbeat through the hum of the car. Still fast and uneven.

I sat beside her, my hand resting loosely on my knee, fighting the urge to reach out and take hers. But I didn’t because I knew she needed space to process what had just happened.

She had killed two vampires, and she was still standing.

By the time the car pulled into the driveway, my chest was tight with something between pride and awe.

I stepped out first, rounding the car, and opened the door for her. She blinked as if coming out of a trance, then took my hand. Her fingers were cold.

Dennis and Jeffery followed behind us, speaking in low tones about the clean-up, but the rest of their conversation barely reached me. My entire focus was on Meredith.

I placed my hand at the small of her back steadily and guided her inside.

A few servants along the hallway bowed and greeted us, their voices echoing softly off the marble walls, but Meredith didn’t respond, and I didn’t blame her.

She was probably still caught in that scene in the ice cream shop, but I decided not to intrude on her thoughts.

We climbed the stairs, our footsteps falling in rhythm, until we reached the third floor. My room was quiet when I opened the door.

The air inside was still, carrying her scent and faint traces of the lavender and vanilla.

As soon as we stepped inside, I shut the door behind us.

And then, finally, I let myself do what I had wanted to do since we left that cursed ice cream shop.

I pulled her into my arms.

Her body stiffened at first, then melted against me, her head resting just beneath my chin. She didn’t cry, and I didn’t expect her to. But I could feel the tremor in her chest, the silent weight of what she had done pressing down on her.

I held her tighter.

"You did well," I murmured against her hair.

Her fingers curled into my shirt, and she breathed out, shaky and soft. I felt her heartbeat slow, just a little, syncing with mine.

In public, I had held back because showing any affection to her in that moment would have been a good thing for her image in front of the others.

To me, I thought it would point to her being weak. But here, in the privacy of our room, she was my mate, my wife, my woman, and my Queen.

And she needed the comfort I had been denying her all day.

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