The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Chapter 276: About My Destiny

Valmora’s reply was sharp as steel.

I swallowed, unsure.

Valmora hummed thoughtfully.

Her warning struck deep, stirring both fear and wonder inside me. My fingers brushed absently over my stomach as my steps slowed. ’

I drew in a steadying breath and grabbed Xamira’s hand as she turned to smile back at me. I smiled too, but inside, my heart was restless.

And just when I thought my conversation with Valmora was over, she stirred up again after a few moments.

her voice pressed firmly into my mind,

I exhaled slowly, my steps faltering.

Valmora’s sigh echoed with disappointment.

Heat pricked my cheeks as my mind darted back to our closeness in his chambers—the way his touch had lingered, the intensity of his gaze, the way my own words had slipped free before I could stop them.

I remembered how many rounds of sex we had before I finally begged him to stop.

Draven had surprised me with his vitality and his ability to satisfy me as if he didn’t need a good deep night rest.

Regardless of those intimate memories, I still wondered how Draven’s affection last night was related to him marking me.

Her voice grew quieter, like a whisper curling into my ear.

As I wondered to myself, Valmora spoke again.

I froze. My legs went stiff, and the gravel path crunched to a halt beneath my shoes. My breath caught in my throat.

I had thought it strange in that moment, the way the words ’had slipped past my lips so suddenly, so fiercely.

I had briefly wondered why I had said it, why I hadn’t been able to hold it back. Now I knew it hadn’t been entirely me.

Shock thundered in my chest, and my heart beat so loud I was sure Xamira could hear it.

"My lady?" Xamira tugged on my hand, tilting her little head up with concern. "Is something wrong?"

I blinked, forcing myself to shake my head quickly. "No, sweetheart. Nothing’s wrong. Let’s sit for a while, hmm? We should rest our feet."

She nodded happily, tugging me toward a stone bench shaded by an arch of climbing roses. I followed, but inside, my mind was spinning.

I needed to sit, to think and press Valmora for answers. Because if she had pushed me to confess, what else could she be planning to push me into?

Xamira skipped ahead to the bench first, plopping down and swinging her little legs while humming softly to herself.

I followed more slowly, lowering myself beside her, though my focus wasn’t on her—it was on the storm raging in my mind.

Her tone was calm, but firm.

I clenched my hands in my lap, trying to steady the trembling in my fingers.

Valmora’s sigh was heavy, almost maternal.

I imagined what I truly wanted and envisioned ruling beside Draven, but Valmora was a bit impatience with my silent that she directly cut in.

I glanced at Xamira, who had pulled a flower from the nearby bush and was carefully trying to tuck it behind her ear. She looked so carefree, so innocent.

And yet inside me, everything was chaos. I swallowed hard.

Valmora’s voice came again like a low growl, disappointed but insistent.

I let out a slow breath, staring down at my hands as her words pressed heavy in my chest, echoing with every heartbeat.

She wasn’t wrong—not about Draven, not about me, not about the danger of waiting too long.

Still, my mind flicked back to Wanda, to the storm that had erupted this morning. I couldn’t bring something so delicate and so important, into this chaos.

I whispered inwardly, making the promise as much to myself as to Valmora.

There was a pause, then Valmora gave a soft, approving hum.

I nodded faintly, more to myself than anyone. The decision steadied me, even if it scared me at the same time.

Xamira came back to my side and leaned into me happily, the flower still crooked behind her ear.

I forced a gentle smile and I wrapped an arm around her tiny shoulders.

But my mind was elsewhere, knowing the choice I had just made would change something important about my destiny.