The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

I didn’t flinch as I held Draven’s gaze. The air between us crackled with tension, his towering frame casting a long, silent challenge I refused to acknowledge. His broad shoulders, now tightly drawn beneath his coat and his hair tied back in a bun, only made his expression more intolerable.

Azul must have sensed the brewing storm because her voice came softly from beside me. "My lady."

I blinked, finally pulling my gaze from his steel eyes and lowering it to Xamira. The poor girl looked utterly confused by my words. She didn’t understand the little verbal jab I had just delivered—good, because no child needed to.

I offered her a warm, calm smile.

"See you," I said in a light tone. But the words were pointed, and they weren’t only meant for her.

Just then, a sharp knock echoed through the door.

Kira moved to answer it. A quiet exchange followed, and then the door opened wider to reveal Jeffery.

His steps slowed upon seeing Draven in the room, but he bowed respectfully. "Alpha." Then he turned to me. "My lady."

"How can I help you?" I asked, brow arched.