The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Chapter 223: An Understanding Husband

redith.

After spending almost my entire day with Xamira, I decided to go find Draven in his bedroom.

The bedroom was already softly lit when I entered, and the first thing I saw was Dennis kneeling beside Draven’s travel bag, struggling to stuff a pair of boots in alongside folded clothes.

Draven stood nearby, watching his brother with an expression of mild amusent and exasperation.

Dennis looked up as I stepped in and grinned.

"Well, look who’s here," he said, rising to his feet and brushing imaginary dust off his hands.

"Have you heard? I will be your esteed combat instructor while your husband’s away."

I arched a brow but smiled back. "Yes, I’ve heard."

Dennis placed a hand over his chest in mock solemnity. "Don’t worry, I will go easy on you. Nothing to be afraid of."

I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn’t afraid of him—or anyone else for that matter—but Draven’s voice beat to it.

"Dennis," he said, tone sharp and clear, "you’re not to go easy or hard on her. You are to train her. Spar with her. That’s it."

Dennis blinked, then turned toward his brother with a look of mock hurt. "You doubt my professionalism?"

Draven gave him a flat stare. "I doubt your maturity."

"Oh, please," Dennis said, flinging his arms in the air. "One offhand joke and suddenly I’m unfit to train the lady of the house?"

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the bickering with a soft smile tugging at my lips.

There was sothing deeply comforting about the way they bantered—like two boys caught in a power struggle only they understood.

And yet, beneath the teasing, there was brotherly trust and unspoken understanding.

A strange ache twisted in my chest.

How I wished I had this with my own siblings. But no—my sisters were my competition, and my brother was a threat cloaked in shared blood.

We were nothing like this. We were sharp smiles, cold wars, and poisonous intentions.

Well, I didn’t even stand a chance against any of them.

Dennis finally lifted his arms in surrender. "Alright, alright," he muttered, stepping away from the bag. "I will be the best trainer this estate has ever seen."

Then he helped Draven fold the last of the garnts and lock the travel bag neatly.

After a quick nod of approval, Dennis turned to , gave a slight bow, and said with a wink, "See you at training, my lady."

Then he sauntered out, humming to himself as he shut the door behind him.

Draven crossed the room and settled beside on the bed, his presence imdiately grounding.

Without warning, he leaned in and stole a kiss—soft and quick. It was more like a tease.

"You owe sothing," he murmured against my lips.

I tilted my head, frowning slightly. "What?"

"You promised I’d et your wolf after I caught the vampires."

The breath caught in my throat. I hadn’t forgotten—I just hadn’t expected him to bring it up so soon.

I nodded slowly, then released a sigh. "Let see if she’s willing. I can’t force her."

Draven’s brow creased. "She hides herself? Not you?"

"Yes," I answered truthfully. "She’s... private. She keeps her presence hidden on purpose."

"Why?"

I hesitated for a mont, then t his gaze. "To protect . Because of what she is."

Draven sat up a little straighter, studying with intensity. "Introduce her to ."

I closed my eyes and called to Valmora softly in my mind. For a mont, there was nothing. Just silence.

Then, a ripple stirred at the back of my mind, like a wave brushing over a still lake.

"She’s here," I said gently, opening my eyes again. "Her na is Valmora."

Draven’s eyes widened slightly. The na clearly struck sothing in him.

"Valmora?" he echoed. "The sa Valmora who was wolf to Serena, the Wolf Queen?"

I shook my head slowly. "No... Valmora is actually the Wolf Queen, not Serena."

After being corrected by Valmora a few tis, I was now teaching others and correcting the notion.

Draven’s pupils dilated. He stared at as if I had sprouted another head. Then, slowly, his expression shifted into one of dawning understanding.

"That’s why she hid herself," he said. "Now I understand."

"Do you really?" I asked softly, unsure if even I fully understood.

Draven nodded. "Serena and your wolf—shook the foundations of our race back then. If people knew Valmora was alive and inside you... It wouldn’t end well. There’s too much history. Too many fears. You’re right to keep her hidden."

A quiet sigh of relief escaped . Valmora had always said this, but hearing it from soone else—soone like Draven—lifted a weight off my chest.

"I can feel her aura now," he added. "It’s strong. Intimidating. Anyone close enough will feel her presence if you’re not careful. You must keep her concealed. Keep training without her. And when you’re ready... then you can fight with her power."

"I will," I whispered. "She told sothing similar."

I paused, rembering Valmora’s cryptic words about regaining power. I wanted to tell Draven... but I still didn’t fully understand what it ant.

And for now, it felt too fragile—too unfinished—to share. So, I kept that to myself.

But what I did share, I shared with my whole heart.

"I trust you," I told him quietly. "Thank you for understanding."

Draven didn’t reply imdiately. Instead, he reached for my hand, laced our fingers together, and lifted it to his lips.

"I will always understand you, redith. Even the parts you don’t say. Let’s just continue to keep this trust and not let it crack again."

Those words ant everything to .

I was content with Draven just understanding that I couldn’t share everything with him yet, and I hoped he would continue to have that patience with .

"So, you don’t have any ssage to pass on to your grandmother?" Draven asked.

I shook my head slowly. There was no need for that anymore.

"I think I will wait until I et her personally because she is the one who has sothing to say to ," I explained.

"If you say so." Draven smiled and leaned in to brush his lips across my forehead.