The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Novel - Chapter 292

292 Enlisting Dennis's Help Draven . Meredith's gaze flicked to me for a moment . And without hesitation , she reached down , lifting the folded paper from her lap , and placed it in my hand . The weight of it was light , but I could feel the venom laced inside already . I folded it once more and set it aside with quiet finality . She exhaled , a long , weary sound , then leaned back against the sofa . " Draven ," she said softly , her voice stripped of its earlier edge . " I feel mentally exhausted . Can I sit out my training this evening ?

" I studied her for a heartbeat , the faint pull in her shoulders , the honesty in her tone . Our conversation had wrung her dry , and she was trying to admit it without looking weak . Without a second thought , I nodded . " Of course , you can rest this evening . " My voice dropped to a gentler note . " You need it ." A few minutes later , I walked Meredith to the door . Her steps were slower now . I paused just before the doorframe and leaned down , pressing my lips gently against her forehead . " Rest well ," I murmured , my voice steady but soft enough to add hints of comfort .

She gave me the faintest nod before I opened the door . I stood there , watching her retreating figure as she disappeared down the corridor . Only when she was gone from sight did I let the door close behind her with a quiet click . I turned , heading back toward the sitting area . The calm that had briefly settled in me shifted the instant my eyes landed on the folded paper lying on the table , exactly where I had set it . My jaw tightened . I picked it up slowly , unfolding the letter . My gaze ran over Wanda's sharp , venomous strokes , each line digging deeper than the one before .

By the time I reached the end , my hands curled tight around the edges of the paper . Fury seared through me like wildfire . I hadn't expected Wanda to be this cruel , to lace her spite into something so personal - something she had no right to touch . This wasn't honesty . This was pure poison , crafted to corrode everything Meredith and I had built . Of course , Wanda hadn't written this out of concern . She had written it out of anger - anger at me . She had wanted to leave behind one last scar before departing , to ruin Meredith's trust in me and watch it all unravel .

I exhaled slowly , forcing my temper back into its cage . Still , my chest tightened with the weight of it . Now I understood more clearly how Meredith had felt when she first read this filth . Folding the letter again , I set it down with deliberate care , though my mind was still ablaze . I thought of Meredith's eyes earlier , the doubt , the hurt . If left alone , she would think about this letter , dissect every venomous word and let it burrow deeper . An idle mind was dangerous . Negativity fed on it .