The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven
Chapter 165: Levi Leaves

Chapter 165: Levi Leaves

Meredith.

"We will see," he said simply.

Just that.

I stared at him, half-annoyed, half-amused. "You’re impossible," I muttered under my breath.

Dennis laughed lightly. "You’re no fun," he told Draven.

Draven ignored him. His gaze settled back on me, cooler now.

"Go inside. Change your clothes."

His voice wasn’t sharp, but it was final.

"Yes, Alpha," I teased softly, even as I turned to leave.

And as I walked away, towel clutched tight, I still found myself smiling because I had passed, and Draven’s eyes were no longer cold as they used to be.

What one night of deep passion changed.

---

I didn’t even make it up the stairs before Dennis appeared beside me, grin already in place.

"Draven gave you a week off. That’s a reward worth celebrating."

"You mean actual rest," I corrected.

"And gifts," Dennis added, wagging his brows.

He reached into his pocket and held out a slim box.

I blinked. "What is it?"

"Open it."

Inside was a delicate silver bangle with a small, flat pendant — etched in tiny, curling script was a word in the werewolf tongue I barely recognized.

"It means Fearless," Dennis said softly, seeing my puzzled look. "Because you didn’t give up. Not once."

For a breath, the knot in my chest loosened. "Thank you," I murmured, fingers brushing the cold metal. It was such a meaningful gift.

"Don’t thank me yet," he teased, stepping back. "Wait until you hear what’s worth."

"What is it worth?" My curiosity got the better of me.

Instead of answering my question, he shook his head, turned back around and ran away.

---

When I finally made it back upstairs, towel still draped around my shoulders and Dennis’ gift clutched carefully in my palm, I barely stepped into my room before Deidra nearly knocked the air out of me with her excitement.

"My lady!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "You passed, didn’t you?"

Azul was right behind her, hands clasped over her chest. "We knew you would."

"How did it go? Was it hard?" Arya asked breathlessly, barely giving me space to move.

"It was..." I began, but Deidra was already bustling around, fetching a fresh dress while the others hovered like worried sparrows.

"It was harder than I thought," I admitted, a crooked smile tugging at my lips. "But I passed. Barely."

"You passed," Azul corrected gently, her voice soft and pleased.

Kira stepped closer, eyes bright. "We knew you could do it. You’ve been practicing every morning with so much zeal."

Cora, quieter as always, smiled and reached to touch my damp sleeve. "We’re so proud of you, my lady."

My chest tightened a little at that — an unexpected warmth prickling at the edges of my tiredness.

My maidservants were really my cheerleaders. Well, Dennis included.

"Oh, and look," I added, remembering, holding out the bangle Dennis had given me. "A gift for passing."

They gathered close to look. Deidra gasped softly, fingertips hovering over the silver pendant. "Fearless... that suits you," she murmured.

Azul’s gaze lifted to my face. "It really does."

A few minutes later, they helped peel off my damp clothes, towel-dried my hair, and wrapped me into something warm and soft.

All the while, their chatter didn’t stop: speculating what Draven might give me (Azul thought a dagger; Deidra hoped for a horse), and how proud he must have been, even if his face didn’t show it.

Their gentle fussing, their excitement on my behalf — it warmed something quiet and small in my chest.

Even if I didn’t say it out loud, I was grateful. Truly.

And as I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of the bangle around my left wrist and the warmth of their smiles around me, I thought: Maybe passing meant more than I realised.

But then, Valmora’s voice came.

"Don’t be too happy. This is just the first step."

I ignored her, but the weight of her words affected my mood.

---

Later that afternoon, a knock sounded at my door.

When I opened it, Draven stood there holding a neatly folded set of black clothes — training trousers and a fitted top.

"For combat," he said, holding them out to me.

I took them carefully. The fabric was thick yet soft, clearly made to endure sweat, strain, and probably more than one blade.

"Thank you," I managed, though my disappointment must have shown on my face. A bangle felt special. Training clothes... practical.

He must have noticed, because his gaze sharpened slightly. "They are made from reinforced fabric," he explained, voice calm. "They won’t tear easily. You will move freely. They will protect your skin better than silk or lace. And you will feel like a true warrior in it."

Oh.

When he put it that way... my chest warmed despite myself.

I nodded. "Then... thank you. Really. You are so thoughtful."

His gaze softened, almost imperceptibly. Then he leaned in and brushed a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Enjoy your rest."

---

That evening at dinner, everyone gathered. The air was calm, the clink of cutlery filling small silences.

Then Levi spoke, his voice low but clear. "I will be leaving for Stormveil tomorrow morning."

Wanda turned toward him, surprise flickering across her painted face. "Y-you didn’t mention... You still have two days as you had planned."

"I have a few things to deal with," Levi said, his tone calm.

Dennis raised a glass. "Safe travels, then."

"Safe trip," Draven said, followed by Jeffery.

I had nothing to say to Levi, so I just continued with my dinner with my eyes on him and everyone’s gestures.

Wanda didn’t speak. Her fingers pinched the edge of her napkin until her knuckles paled.

Levi met her gaze briefly. "I will send word when I arrive."

But she didn’t react.

---

The next morning before breakfast, I stood at one of the windows overlooking the driveway.

Levi’s car was packed, idling quietly. Wanda walked beside him, her posture stiff as ever.

They spoke, but I couldn’t hear the words. Then Levi bent slightly, pressing a light kiss to her temple.

Wanda didn’t embrace him. She just stood frozen, arms at her sides.

But as Levi stepped back and turned to go, I caught the quick, awkward flick of her hand, wiping away a single tear at the corner of her eye.

Just one.

I stayed still, watching.

So she does have a soft spot, I thought, the realization settling oddly in my chest.

For a moment, she didn’t look like the red-lipped witch who baited me at every chance.

She just looked... normal

As Levi’s car pulled away, the sun caught Wanda’s cheek for a moment.

Then she straightened, turned, and whatever softness I thought I saw was gone, smoothed away like it had never existed.

But I’d seen it.

And no matter what came next, I knew: even Wanda had something-or someone—that made her heart soften, if only for a beat.

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