The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven-Chapter 92: A Visit from the Oatrun Brothers

Meredith.

I woke slowly, the weight of the thick duvet cocooning me in warmth. My head throbbed faintly, but it was the dryness in my throat and the heaviness in my limbs that struck me first.

The memories came flooding in like the water had only just receded—Xamira’s small hand on my shoulder, the sudden plunge, the panic clawing through my lungs. The blue. The silence. The stillness.

And then—him.

Draven.

I blinked slowly and turned my head. The lighting in the room was soft. The curtains had been drawn mostly closed, and a gentle breeze crept in through the small opening. I saw Kira seated nearby, a hand resting over a book that she wasn’t reading.

She looked up, startled when she noticed my eyes open.

"My lady!" she exclaimed, already halfway out of her chair. "You’re awake."

"Barely," I croaked.

She helped me sit up slightly and reached for the warm mug on the side table. "Here. Warm milk. Azul said you should sip slowly."

"Azul..." My voice cracked.

"She’s in the kitchen. But everyone’s been rotating shifts waiting on you. You scared us."

I didn’t reply right away. I took the mug, let the warmth spread through my hands, before taking a tiny sip. It soothed something.

Kira stayed beside me, tucking the duvet closer.

"Alpha Draven brought you in," she said gently. "And he stayed longer than he needed to."

That surprised me, but I said nothing. I simply stared at the steam rising from my cup.

I was still trying to understand what had happened. The accident. The little girl. The cold. The warmth of Draven’s mouth against mine.

Then suddenly, my eyes flew wide. I moved too quickly, so I couldn’t avoid spilling some of the milk on my hand.

D-Draven had kissed me?

"My lady!" Kira’s voice sharply pulled me out of that thought. She grabbed the cup from me and set it on the stool before quickly grabbing a napkin and coming to wipe the milk off my hand.

"Did it scald you?" she asked, gently wiping the last drop of liquid.

"No," I shook my head.

I couldn’t help but reach for my mouth and run a finger through my lower lips when Kira wasn’t watching.

Draven actually put his lips on mine?

No. I quickly shook my head. I must still be delirious from the aftermath of the mild fever I suffered.

A soft knock landed on the door. Kira rose to check, and I heard her greet someone softly before the door opened wider.

"Lady Meredith," came the familiar, smooth voice of Dennis.

He stepped inside, the sunlight catching on his silver cuff and that ever-warm smile curving his mouth. He didn’t look as relaxed as usual, though.

"Hey," he said as he walked up beside the bed. "Word travels fast, even when you are not trying to listen."

I managed a tired smile. "I suppose my almost dying is enough reason for gossip."

He exhaled and sat on the edge of the chair Kira had vacated. "Don’t even say it like that. One of your maidservants told me everything. What really happened?"

"I-I... fell into the pool," I said softly, eyes falling to my lap.

"I believe Azul already mentioned that part." Dennis asked, "You don’t know how to swim?"

I met his questioning gaze. I considered my situation before slowly giving him a nod.

"No, I don’t."

He gave a slow nod as well before throwing another question at me. "Considering you don’t know how to swim, what were you doing by the poolside?"

"I was curious about Xamira’s swimming skills and went to her," I said quickly before realizing that my response could hint at what might have happened, so I stopped myself.

Thankfully, Dennis didn’t press.

"Well, whatever happened, I’m just glad you’re safe." He leaned in, voice lighter. "But now you’ve left me no choice."

I raised a brow. "No choice?"

"To teach you how to swim, obviously." He grinned. "The next time someone pushes you into a pool, I expect you to flip, twirl, and float like a champion."

I chuckled weakly. "I would rather learn to fly instead."

Just as he was about to respond, the door creaked open again.

The room chilled slightly—not from cold, but from a presence.

Draven stepped inside, dressed in dark slacks and a fitted black shirt, still damp at the hem from an earlier bath or rain—I couldn’t tell.

He looked between Dennis and me before stepping further into the room.

"I will be the one teaching her," Draven said, voice even.

Dennis turned to him, half-amused, half-surprised. "Teaching her what?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"To swim." Draven didn’t blink. "Starting tomorrow."

I blinked at him. "What?"

He took another step closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "Every evening. Four o’clock. Until you can do backstrokes without blinking."

Dennis let out a low whistle and leaned back in his seat. "That’s... oddly specific."

"I don’t train half-heartedly," Draven replied, still looking at me.

For a moment, the room was locked in silence. I stared at him. He didn’t budge. I could feel something sharp threading between his words—control, protectiveness, or maybe... jealousy?

I wasn’t sure.

I could be wrong because tell me why I was staring at his lips and reliving that soft feeling on my lips from the pool.

"Have you noted our schedule?" Draven asked, turning his gaze to me.

"What schedule?" I feigned complete ignorance.

Draven exhaled deeply, his patience running short. "I know the water didn’t drown your hearing earlier, and the slight fever didn’t cloud your mind. At least, save your saviour some stress and be appreciative by cooperating."

Dennis and I exchanged a glance, his eyebrows raised slightly in question.

I get what Draven is trying to say. He wants me to stop pretending and behave properly since he saved my life.

So, I said, "Okay. And thank you for saving me."

Draven nodded and then reminded Dennis and I that it was time for dinner before he turned and walked away.

"My brother doesn’t condone lateness. He’s always on time," Dennis said after urging me to get off my bed. "You can’t be late for your swimming lessons."

"I will think about it." I pressed the mug against my lips to hide a faint smile.

Well, this was going to be... interesting.

I have one brother teaching me to drive and the other one imposing swimming lessons on me.

Good.

Very good, Meredith.