The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

Meredith.

I dressed up quickly and walked over to the table to have my breakfast.

I could barely taste the food as I ate in a hurry. My thoughts were filled with Valmora and how I could prove her identity.

I would be in for a huge surprise if she is actually a powerful wolf. How rare is that?

Very. One in a million, probably.

Though, I don’t plan to tell anyone I had gotten my wolf yet until I have completed her mission.

And to do that I need a library, and Draven had one.

I chewed and swallowed my food repeatedly while thinking of a way to get into his study. I remembered Dennis mentioned he had one in his home office when I talked about making investigations after the attack he had in the woods the other day.

I stuffed a spoon of dried bananas into my mouth along with the cooked oats. I finally tasted something.

The food was delicious and I wondered just how the chefs manage to come up with ideas like that; dried fruits and cooked oats.

I enjoyed it.

The chefs here are amazing but at the moment, my thoughts are too busy to pain any more attention to the food.

Oh! And did I mention the chicken was so tasteful that I didn’t realize when I finished the thigh at a go?

That’s what dwelling on my wolf can cause.

I grew restless as I rounded up with breakfast. My head swirled as I thought about asking Dennis to take me to Draven’s home office.

But I didn’t have his contact number, and I didn’t have a phone to reach him. Sending a servant to get him seemed like a lot of trouble so I aborted the idea.

I paced about in the room, fast at first, but once that place started throbbing, I slowed my pace and even went to perch at the edge the bed. And I had to do that gently.

My foot wouldn’t stop tapping on the floor rug.

Before leaving, Draven had told me to reach him if I needed him. I knew what he meant by that, it had drawn a blush up my cheeks when he had said it.

I need Draven now, but not for that reason.

I needed to be in his home office now because the earlier I started searching for information on Valmora, the closer I would be to the answers.

What if I don’t find answers in his library?

That thought dropped in my heart immediately. I frowned at it because there was no where else I could do my research if it wasn’t in Draven’s library here.

Because of what I wanted to find out, going through the libraries here in Duskmoor wouldn’t yield to any tangible results.

The humans don’t have vital information about us.

And the other place I could find a good library with information on Valmora would be back home in Stormveil. That was a long distance, and there were so many factors that had to be crossed out if I wanted to return.

The first one was Draven approving of my leave. But that wasn’t going to happen.

I continued to tap my foot until I decided that I wasn’t going to keep delaying my answer.

I got off the bed and walked over to the telephone.

"Let the Alpha know that I reached out," I said to the man at the other end of the phone before putting it down.

I walked back to the bed and sat down again, wondering how long it would take Draven to arrive.

He had gone to the training grounds, and given how serious the combat trainings were, I didn’t think he would be coming any time soon.

Ten minutes later, Draven was standing in front of me to my greatest shock.

His chest rose and fell tightly as his eyes searched me.

Not a single streak of his hair was out of place. Even his clothes looked as clean as when he had left.

If it hadn’t been for the rapid beating of his chest, I would have thought he was just nearby.

Draven ran over for me?

T-that was... I didn’t know how to explain what I felt.

"You said it was urgent," he said, finally controlling his heart rate as his eyes searched mine. Then his brows knitted.

It was obvious that he had checked me up and didn’t see any hint of my heat flaring up again.

My skin wasn’t hot. My cheeks weren’t flushed and my eyes weren’t dimmed. They weren’t filled with desires, so he must be surprised for the reason I asked for him, even mentioning it was urgent.

I slowly rose to my feet to meet his gaze before my neck would fall off from the height difference.

My gaze slowly met his as I thought of how to articulate my words in other not to anger him.

In the end, I couldn’t find a better way to explain myself than the straightforward way.

"I-I...um... have an urgent need. Can I use your off—library?"

Draven’s shoulders dropped, his gaze narrowing, turning into something dangerous.

"I left the training grounds because you asked me to come here urgently, because you needed to use my office?" He asked carefully, like he was trying to understand if he had walked into a joke or something serious.

He probably couldn’t believe that I actually did something like that.

Talk about an inch and I took a mile.

I slowly nodded, afraid he would explode in my face.

Getting into bed with me last night didn’t mean he would start to treat me any differently now.

I guess I had gone too far with my demands.

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My eyes searched the first book shelf once again, searching for another historical book while tapping the one in-between my fingers, on my palm in a steady rhythm.

Then I felt a pair of eyes on me, literally burning a hole through me. I refused to meet it and pretended to be so focused on my search.

Over ten minutes had passed since Draven walked me into his home office and directed me to the library crafted at the other end.

Though he sat behind his desk, fiddling with a few files, he wouldn’t stop looking at me from time to time.

I felt he was mad at me, but didn’t knows how to express it asides staring pointedly at me.

It was already a miracle he hadn’t torn me apart with his tongue yet.

He hadn’t scolded me after I confirmed that I had indeed sent for him because I needed to use his library. He had simply pinched the space between his brows and released a deep sigh before refocusing on me, and asking me to follow me.

Our walk here was quiet. We didn’t speak to each other.

He hadn’t asked me why I needed to use his library, and I hadn’t explained myself further despite the sacrifice I made him make. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Instead, I had silently followed behind him while wondering the kind of thoughts that was going through his head.

And currently, he was burning holes through me.

Just then, I sighted a historical book with the title that had to do with Stormveil and immediately reached for it after I climbed the small stool in front of me.

I grabbed the book and stuffed the other one in my hand into the space and stepped down from the stool.

I quickly went through the content section of the book and didn’t find anything like what I was looking for. It had no topics dealing with our wolves.

I sighed disappointedly.

"What are you looking for?" Draven asked, his voice reached me, low and measured.

I sharply turned to him, watching him slowly put away the file CAS win his hands.

I shook my head.

"Your search will be easier if I know what kind of book you’re looking for. I can help you," he said to me.

He made sense, but I was still sceptical about mentioning to anyone about my wolf until I’ve understood her, and shared a profound connection with her.

"Do you have any book on wolves?" I asked, trying to my luck.

"What kind of wolves?" He inquired, leaning back on his chair.

I thought for a moment before deciding to make my work easier for me. Then I slowly walked over to him.

"Have you heard of the name, Valmora, before?" I asked. I didn’t have any choice.

"Valmora?" He repeated as his fingers slightly tapped his desk.

"Yes," I nodded, unsure if he had an answer for me. His face revealed nothing.

Then he said, "I know Valmora."

"Really?" My gaze widened and the next second, I was already in front of his desk. "You know who Valmora is? I can’t believe this! Can you tell me what you know about her, please?"

Draven narrowed his eyes. He didn’t look excited like I was, and I didn’t blame him since he didn’t know what Valmora meant to me.