The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 366

Chapter 366: Foreplay Disguised as Combat

Meredith.

Draven didn’t counter or even bother to strike. He didn’t even sweat. He just stood there like a damn statue, deflecting every blow without so much as blinking.

I swung again, harder this time—a right hook he caught midair without even looking.

His hand wrapped around my wrist, firm but not cruel, his head tilting just slightly as if to say, ’That’s all you’ve got?’

I yanked my hand back and stepped away, frustration boiling in my veins. "This is boring," I snapped, wiping a bead of sweat from my temple.

His lips quirked. "Is it?"

"Yes." I glared at him. "You promised a duel, not... whatever this is. You are just standing there, blocking me like a damn training dummy."

Draven’s smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened.

"This is supposed to be a duel," I pressed, taking a step closer. "That means treating me like an equal, not humoring me."

The silence that followed was taut, charged. Then, finally, he tilted his head. "Are you certain that is what you want?"

I lifted my chin. "Yes."

The air changed, and just like that everything else changed.

The warmth in his eyes hardened into focus. The calm became something else, something lethal.

I could feel the pressure rolling off him like a wave. My instincts screamed at me to step back, to rethink my decision, but my pride kept me rooted.

Then, from behind us, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

"Oh, I couldn’t miss this for anything."

I turned to see Dennis striding toward us, grin plastered across his face, Jeffery just behind him, shaking his head like he already regretted tagging along.

Dennis’s grin widened when his gaze met mine. "Don’t mind me. I just came to make sure my dear sister-in-law doesn’t end up breaking my brother’s pretty face."

I gave him a flat look. "You should worry about your brother, not me."

Jeffery sighed, his tone dry. "Or maybe we should worry about both of you."

Draven didn’t acknowledge them. Instead, he said quietly to me, "Very well, Meredith. You wanted a duel..."

Then his voice dropped into something low and dark. "Now you will have one."

The moment he spoke those words, I felt it ripple through my skin, and before I even saw him move, he was gone.

No, not that kind of gone. Draven was too fast for my eyes to follow. The next second, I felt the rush of wind behind me.

My instinct screamed, and I dropped low just in time for his leg to slice past where my head had been a heartbeat ago.

My pulse thundered as I understood one thing now. My husband was serious now.

I hardly had time to think before he was on me again. His movements were a blur—precise, deadly, yet controlled.

Every strike came close enough to make me feel the air split against my skin, but never quite hit. I countered, blocked, and barely dodged. My arms stung from the impact of his deflections.

He was holding back, I knew it. But even holding back, he was terrifying.

I leapt back to gain some distance, gasping. My boots slid against the sanded earth of the training ground, and I looked up to find him standing just a few feet away, chest rising slowly, calm as if he had merely taken a stroll.

"You said you wanted a duel," he said with a smooth, deep voice, the kind of voice that could command storms. "Show me. Fight me like you mean it."

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