The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

Meredith.

"You disgraceful little thing!" I screamed at myself, my lower lips trembling.

I was so ashamed of myself.

How could I... How could I get into Draven’s arms and plaster my body on him?

What would he think of me? A horny little slut?

I just couldn’t understand something. How was it that I couldn’t hold myself back this time around?

This wasn’t my first time on heat, neither would it be my last as long as I remained wolfless. But it was my first time, making a move on any man.

No matter how horny I had been in the past, no matter how needy I was, and how uncontrollable my hormones were, I have never approached any man. Yet today, I forced myself on Draven. My enemy

Draven was the man I didn’t see eye to eye with.

He was arrogant, prideful and mean, yet, tonight, my body craved to be touched by him.

A few moments ago, I had felt a bit relieved being in his warm sturdy embrace. It had felt like his touch alone could calm my stormy mind and needy body.

Why?

Why has the Moon Goddess chosen to embarrass me before this man?

She had stripped some off my self respect, time and time again. She has had me disgraceful many times before several pairs of eyes, yet, she wasn’t satisfied.

She just didn’t know when to stop, and had to make me feel worse than a looser in front of this man I had prided myself against, despite having nothing.

Hot tears flowed freely from my eyes.

My lamentations did nothing to stop my heat.

No matter how bitter my heart was, it still did nothing to stop the warm slimy liquid pooling between my legs. Instead, it ignited the passion more.

"I can’t take this!" I shook my head frantically, clenching my fists by my side.

I would rather die than disgrace myself further. I would rather die honourably with nothing than stoop so low like a slot and continue living this miserable life granted and well polished by a hateful creator.

Within a few seconds, I made up my mind on how to make everything stop.

I staggered a bit as I lifted my hands towards my face.

First, I was going to rip this beautiful face apart. Then after I have had it disfigured to my satisfaction, I will stab my heart with the gold hairpin currently holding my hair in an updo.

Yes. That’s what I would do.

I won’t let anyone disgrace me any further. Not even the heartless Moon Goddess herself!

And with that, I brought my fingers to my face, ready to claw the skin out of it. Suddenly, a pair of firm hands grabbed my arms, stopping my arms mid-air.

It was Draven.

He was now standing in front of me with arched narrowed brows.

"Are you trying to destroy your face?" he asked, in a low menacing tone that did nothing to make me any weary of him.

"Let go!" I struggled, trying to snatch my arms back, but he held it more firmly this time around.

"Destroying your face isn’t going to make you feel any better. Even if you cut your flesh and drank your own blood, your pheromones wouldn’t go away," he said to me.

I stilled, my eyes briefly growing wide.

He knows?

He knows about my heat?

My shock lasted only for a moment before I quickly recovered.

Of course, how could he not know what my problem was when I literally reeked like a filthy harlot?

And I had just pushed myself to him seconds ago.

I don’t know what came over me. I was supposed to be mad, and it was to last me the entire night but surprisingly, it was replaced with my monstrous desire to be claimed by him.

His touch burned me. And I clung to him once again, wrapping my arms around his waist, my ear, placed directly on his chest.

"Help me... Please help me... I-I don’t want to go on like this anymore."

I wasn’t just relaxed in his embrace, I was moving around.

My ear listened for his heartbeat while my left arm glided against his chest, feeling every bit of hard-worked muscle there.

"Get a hold of yourself!" Draven’s voice thundered above my head.

~**Draven**~

"You are so heartless," Rhovan growled in my head after I had shouted at Meredith, but I didn’t care.

The woman only held a hurtful gaze for one second before they changed to that of deep desires.

I just knew then that I had to do something before she hurt herself or put either of us in trouble.

I forced Meredith out of my embrace and holding her right wrist, I pulled her towards the bathroom.

She didn’t resist my touch instead, she let out a soft relieved hum.

In the bathroom, I quickly turned on the cold tab and watched the bath tub get filled with the water.

Then, I turned to Meredith, slowly releasing her hands.

"Get in."

One simple command was what I gave, but she shook her head and leaned into me, brushing her chest against my arm.

I felt the softness of her breasts through her dress. It was padded of course, but I concluded that it might be covered with a thin bra.

"Good thoughts!" Rhovan commended.

Instantly, I came back to earth.

Meredith was sniffing me now while pressing her chest closer to my arms, refusing to let go.

Without another word at her since she wasn’t in the right state to listen, I lifted her in my arms. And within that few seconds before I dropped her into the bath of cold water, she wrapped her arms around my neck and nestled her face between my neck.

Her breath was hot.

Meredith gasped in shock as her body made contact with the cold water. I used that moment her grip loosened to set myself free and lean away.

"Y-you..."

I unplugged the faucet and started spraying the cold water from her head before she could form a full sentence.

I watched her dress get soaked and plaster on her body, mapping out her chest area. I didn’t stare longer than necessary.

Then, I min-linked Jeffery.

"Come to Meredith’s room and wait outside for me."

"Yes, Alpha."

Fortunately, Jeffery wasn’t far, making my messages easy to reach him.

When I looked back to Meredith, she seemed to have recovered herself a bit, so I turned off the faucet and returned it to its position.

"Wait here," I instructed before walking away.

"Do you think a cold bath is going to work?" Rhovan asked me in a mocking tone. "Even if you soaked her in an ice tub, it wouldn’t make any difference. Rather, she would become more violent on stepping out of it."

Rhovan was right, but I made sure he never had my opinion.

As soon as I opened the door, Meredith’s maidservants immediately turned their attention to me.

I fixed my gaze on Azul and Kira.

"Go in and help your mistress. Change her into a comfortable dress."

"Yes, Alpha." They bowed before stepping past me and hurrying inside me.

Then my gaze landed on the rest who were looking upon me with anticipation. They looked ready to do anything to help their mistress.

"You three, instruct and help the other servants to use the burning incense in the hallways and the staircase leading up to the third floor. Is that understood?"

They nodded frantically.

"Go. Now," I commanded.

Immediately, they turned and hurried away. At the same time, Jeffery finally arrived.

"Alpha?" he bowed.

"Where is everyone?"

"At the dining hall for dinner," he answered, his eyes glued to my skin.

He looked like he had a few questions for me. For example, why I was dripping with sweat.

I had almost forgotten about dinner all thanks to my time spent on Meredith.

"I must take Meredith up to my room in a few minutes. Make sure we don’t bump into anyone along the way."

"Yes, Alpha."

I was about turning my back to him when I remembered something.

"One more thing, personally deliver our dinner up to my room."

Just a few seconds after Jeffery left, I heard Meredith’s screams coming from the room behind me.

A groan escaped my lips.

Seems like she was up and kicking again.

I hurried back into the room, following the loud screams to the dressing room.

It reeked of Meredith’s wild pheromones and loads of mint, cedar wood and rose fragrances which had been used to mask the former.

And before my very eyes were Azul and Kira, struggling to hold Meredith down. I couldn’t watch that scene, so I stepped forward in long strides.

Standing behind Meredith, I lifted the side of my palms and struck her acupuncture point at her neck. And instantly, she passed out.

"Leave her to me," I said to the two frightened women.

I grabbed hold of Meredith’s limp body as soon as they let go of her arms and stepped away. Then I lifted her in my arms, the side of her face, resting on my chest.

Meredith looked so innocent and calm in this condition.