The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven
Chapter 143: Combat Training Terms & Conditions

Chapter 143: Combat Training Terms & Conditions

Third Person.

As he dumped the clothes on the floor, Wanda reached out to unclasp her bra behind, her excited gaze never leaving his.

As soon as her fair breasts were released, and she tossed her bra on the floor, Levi grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the bed.

Then he roughly turned her and bent her over the bed, keeping her palms on the bed with her bum sticking out to him.

Without wasting a second, he grabbed the hem of her skirt and rolled it up to her waist.

A low groan escaped his lips as his eyes took her ass with the black thong that barely covered nothing.

Next up, his he rubbed her ass with his big palms, slowly caressing it as if to understand how it felt after a long time.

"Do you like what you see?" Wanda asked breathlessly as she turned her head to the side.

"You have a beautiful ass," he complimented, meeting her gaze briefly as his hands continued to go around her.

"Better than your wife’s?" She asked, a smirk on her lips.

"You know I only bed her to have children." As soon as Levi made that statement, his fingers went under and slipped inside her panties, roughly shoving her pussy.

"Argh!" Wanda cried out in a tone mixed with pleasure and pain.

"Good. Now you have to shut and start moaning."

His fingers glided against her clit, and rubbed the folds of her pussy, before digging two fingers inside them.

"Fuck! You’re so wet!" he said in a low harsh voice, his gaze darkening as he started to pump his fingers in and out of her speedily.

"Arrgh... Ummm..." Wanda moaned, shutting her eyes, her face directed at the bed. "You to like to fuck your sister huh? You like to make her cum before your released your hot seeds inside her."

"You are tempting me," Levi groaned, pumping his fingers faster.

"Who... would have known you are sister fucker, huh?" Wanda continued to tease him in between moans as her pussy clenched around his fingers buried inside it.

Levi slapped her ass with his free hand. "I know you love my cock. It’s the best thing that could ever be buried inside of you."

Then he leaned in and whispered to her in a low husky tone, "And I’m going to give you exactly what you want. I’m going to bury my cock inside of you, and fuck your sweet cunt until it swells and turns red, begging me for mercy."

"You have to fuck me until I cum nicely hard around your big fat cuck, forgetting all about my fantasies of being in Draven’s bed."

Wanda moaned as the tip of his cock teased her entrance from behind. She let out another groan and arched her back, trying to push her ass to his cock.

She was impatient, her cunt, throbbing with need.

Without warning, Levi grabbed her waist and slammed his cock inside her wet pussy and started thrusting in and out without mercy.

"Ahhh!" Wanda cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets.

"Bite the sheets if you can’t hold back your moans if you don’t want anyone hearing what is happening inside here," Levi grunted as he hid continuously slammed against her ass with much urgency.

Them, one of his hands moved to fist the back of her head, forcing her to arch her back.

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~**Draven**~

It was funny to hear Meredith asking me to teach her combat.

I mean, where did that come from? Possibly from somewhere. I didn’t actually believe her self-defence-nonsense talk.

I didn’t think she was suddenly bored and wanted to move her body around. But even if that was so, she could have gone to anyone else for help.

All I knew was that she had a better relationship with my brother than with me. Why did she choose me?

Could it be because she thinks we’re good now that we’ve been together a few times?

"What kind of agreement are we signing?" Meredith asked, pulling my attention back to her.

She walked briskly next to me, trying to keep up with my long strides.

"Why are you afraid?" I asked. She didn’t answer. "Why don’t you wait until you see it?"

"Okay," she breathed.

We walked into the house together and stopped outside the door to my office. I tilted my head to the side and gave her a good look.

The water on her face had dried entirely, but her clothes were still damp under that huge towel wrapped around her shoulders.

"Go and change your clothes. I will inform you as soon as the agreement in ready."

Then, without waiting for her contribution, I unlocked my door and walked in, shutting the door behind me.

"Rhovan, why do you think Meredith suddenly feels like learning combat to protect herself?" I asked, settling down behind my desk. "What is her plan?"

My shorts stuck to my ass. The wetness was uncomfortable, but I could manage.

"I can only find out if you spend enough time with her. Right now, it seems as if you’re keeping your relationship professional." Rhovan replied with a hint of sarcasm. I ignored it.

"By enough time, you mean?" I inquired.

"Long hours."

A scoff escaped my lips faster than I assumed. "Do I look like I have the time for that? My life doesn’t and shouldn’t revolve around one woman whom I’m still trying to find a place for in my life."

"If you want answers," Rhovan shrugged, not even attempting to get me to spend time with our mate.

I stand to think he knows when to push me and when to stand to the side and watch me push myself.

That cunning animal.

"I have so many more important things on my hands to handle. For example, those blood sucking demons. We still haven’t found any trace of them since I sent the hunters after them."

Draven didn’t say anything after that. He reigned in silence, letting me spew my anger and frustration in the air, and making a decision all by myself.

But I did let him know that today was one of those days when he wasn’t helpful to me.

My words hadn’t touched him.

In the end, I grabbed a plain sheet from my desk and picked up a pen, setting out to establish some rules since I’d decided to train Meredith.

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Combat Training Terms & Conditions

Authored by ALPHA DRAVEN OATRUN

Attendance is not optional. Arrive at the training grounds at the scheduled time. Not five minutes late. Not even one. If you arrive late, the session will be over for the day.

No whining. You asked for this. I’m not interested in hearing how hard it is. Cry later.

Dress like someone who intends to fight. Long gowns, flailing sleeves, and anything with lace are banned from the training grounds. I’m not going to explain why.

No arguments during lessons. If you have questions, ask. If you want to debate, save it for your journal. I’m not interested in back-and-forth.

Respect the weapon. Once we begin combat drills, treat every weapon I give you as if it’s real—because it will be.

Your safety is your responsibility. I will not go easy on you because of your face, your title, or your wolflessness. If you’re careless, you will bleed.

Fail your swimming evaluation, and this agreement dissolves. I won’t train someone who can’t survive ten minutes in the water.

Keep your private emotions private. I’m your trainer during these hours. Whatever else we are outside of it, keep it there.

No bragging. If you manage to land a hit, congratulations. You’re still not a warrior. Stay humble.

Violation of these rules means immediate termination of training. I don’t repeat myself. And I don’t tolerate half-effort.

Break any of these—don’t show up again.

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Then, I created a space at the end of the sheet for the signatures. I wrote our names on each side before signing my name.

Then, a knock sounded on the door. And before I could give the permission, the door opened and a head peeked inside.

I narrowed my gaze at Dennis, my gaze following him as he stepped in, shut the door and started walking towards my desk with a half-lip smile.

"One day, I will hold an axe next to the door so when next you open it and peek without permission, the axe will come swinging to chop off your head."

"Hahaha." He chuckled, dipping his head backwards before straightening his back.

He pulled out one of the chairs and sat down with a smile that reached his eyes.

"I wasn’t the one who made you furious, so why are you trying to take it out on me?" He asked, looking curious.

Dennis wasn’t asking because he cared about me. He just wanted to know the source of my mood swing so he could laugh at me all he wanted.

But I refused to give him that satisfaction.

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