[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-lunar-curse-a-second-chance-with-alpha-drave":3,"chapter-the-lunar-curse-a-second-chance-with-alpha-drave-the-lunar-curse-a-second-chance-with-alpha-drave-chapter-483":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},924055,1212,"Chapter 483: Something About Her Aura","the-lunar-curse-a-second-chance-with-alpha-drave-chapter-483",483,"\u003Cp>[Meredith].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment I heard Draven say,\"Alright. You can meet her,\"I was already on my feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened slowly, carefully—as if Draven feared even the movement of air might shift his mother’s mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, I saw her. Lady Oatrun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman I had only heard about, imagined, and feared... yet the sight of her still struck something sharp through my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing I noticed was her beauty. Not the delicate beauty of someone pampered or protected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—hers was haunting, ageless, almost ethereal, the kind that made me understand, instantly, why Draven looked the way he did. Handsome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair was long and black, falling like silk down her back. Her skin was pale as moonlight—paler than mine and smooth, untouched by age or stress lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked young, too young, as if time itself had forgotten her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her eyes... those black eyes held a shimmer of something fractured, fragile. Something dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had overheard everything—the confusion, the denial of Dennis, the rising panic, the violent edge. So when she stepped into view, calm and composed, it felt like meeting the eye of a storm that had merely paused... not passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draven was beside her, tense in a way only I would notice. Dennis, slightly behind him, looked like someone holding his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart beat once—hard. ’This... is their mother?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow, despite knowing she was ill, despite everything I had heard, I found myself straightening my posture and smoothing my expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Oatrun looked at me. Her gaze swept over my eyes, lingered on them. And I saw a flicker of recognition she shouldn’t have had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips parted. And in a soft, breathy whisper, she said, \"You...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Draven stepped closer to her carefully. \"Mother, this is Meredith. My wife.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t look away from me. Her gaze softened—warm, almost reverent, like she was looking at something far more than a stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then she said, with unsettling certainty, \"You... are exactly as I imagined.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill travelled down my spine because she wasn’t supposed to remember imagining anything at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, she looked at Draven, then back at me and smiled, a soft, affectionate smile... directed at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Moons,\" she breathed, stepping closer. \"She is beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked, completely caught off guard by that compliment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze drifted between Draven and me, studying us as if we were a puzzle only she could solve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You two are total opposites,\" she mused lightly. \"How did that goddess match you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My brows pulled together. Before I could respond, she gasped softly and said with excitement:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I know! There is a like-term. The base is the same.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had no idea what that meant. And judging from the fleeting confusion on Draven and Dennis’s faces, neither did they.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what troubled me most wasn’t her words. It was her energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her aura was chaotic—fractured—swirling like a storm made of broken memories and something far older than any wolf. And for a moment, I began to doubt myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then— \"Your feelings are valid,\"Valmora whispered suddenly inside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stiffened. If even Valmora sensed it, then the situation was far from ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could ask anything, Lady Oatrun reached for my hand, her touch surprisingly warm, surprisingly human, and guided me toward one of the sofas with the eagerness of a mother welcoming her child home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let her. Then she sat beside me, still holding my hand in both of hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My son didn’t love you the last time he came to visit me,\" she said, voice soft as a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled at me, eyes softening. \"But now... now he looks at you as though you are the only breath he can take.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart trembled. Then, without warning, her smile fell completely. Her eyes darkened with a sharp clarity I hadn’t seen yet. It wasn’t madness or confusion, but awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But my people,\" she murmured, \"won’t like you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill crawled down my spine as my pulse quickened. And her voice dropped to a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will bring the end of us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at her, unsure if I should breathe or freeze. What was that supposed to mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could gather my thoughts, she suddenly laughed—a warm, hearty sound that didn’t match the words she had just spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it doesn’t matter,\" she said cheerfully. \"Just as long as my son is safe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My stomach twisted. She was speaking in circles, shifting between affection, prophecy, and something that felt dangerously close to truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced at Draven and Dennis, silently begging them to intervene. And they listened. They stepped forward immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draven cleared his throat gently. \"Mother, I think you should calm down. You will scare your daughter-in-law away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Oatrun dropped my hand and turned to Draven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do I look like I can scare her?\" she asked with an offended expression. Then, with eerie certainty, she added, \"Don’t you know who she is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart lurched as panic shot through me.’Did she... know? Did she see through me?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before fear could fully grip me, Draven cut in sharply. \"She is my mate, Meredith Carter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything in the room shifted. Lady Oatrun’s expression twisted in raw, immediate, violent anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Out,\" she snarled. \"Both of you. Out of my living room.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dennis stiffened. Draven’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t move. \"I won’t leave without my wife,\" he said with a low, steady voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Oatrun’s eyes flicked to me again, and just like that, her rage dissipated. She softened completely. Then she took a small breath and said, almost kindly, \"I won’t eat her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked at that remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I like her,\" she continued calmly. \"She makes me calm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draven stiffened. But I understood immediately that this wasn’t about me or her. This was Valmora soothing her fractured mind. And she had no idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Draven exhaled, his shoulders lowering slightly in defeat. \"We will leave,\" he told his mother softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at me, and his voice slid through my mind, steady and protective:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you feel even a hint of danger, do anything you must to protect yourself. Don’t hold back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My chest tightened, but I nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he gave Dennis a small signal, and without another word, both brothers stepped out of the living room and closed the door behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the door clicked shut, Lady Oatrun let out a breath and slowly lowered herself onto the sofa beside me again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shift in her energy was immediate. There was no anger, no confusion. Just a strange, quiet calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in a low voice filled with something that sounded mournful, she murmured, \"That poor boy... It’s a pity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked, unsure I heard correctly. \"...Who?\" I asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes softened with unmistakable sorrow before she answered, \"Dennis.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small jolt ran through me. \"What happened to him?\" I pressed gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Oatrun shook her head slowly, the movement graceful yet heavy, as if carrying a truth long unspoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then she said it—clear, smooth, with no hesitation, no distortion, no madness clouding her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is not my son... but everyone thinks he is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart slammed painfully against my ribs as I went completely still.\u003C\u002Fp>",1210,"2026-06-03T06:41:07.526Z","2026-06-03T06:41:13.871Z",1,"novelbin.me","00e45898a23609f91473efc069a5233e7ff10e5cd799a5ff7acbe7b2c09ee935","the-lunar-curse-a-second-chance-with-alpha-drave-chapter-484","the-lunar-curse-a-second-chance-with-alpha-drave-chapter-482",685,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-lunar-curse-a-second-chance-with-alpha-drave-cover.jpg"]