The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven - Chapter 512

Chapter 512: Understanding Required Space
[Third Person].

The moment Draven took another step further away, the mate bond reacted.

It wasn’t pain this time, it was pressure.

Meredith felt it first—a sudden tightness in her chest that forced the breath from her lungs. She staggered back a step, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress as her knees weakened.

Inside her, Valmora surged in alert, guarded. “Something is wrong.”

Meanwhile, across the clearing, Draven slowed abruptly. His spine stiffened, breath hitching as a sharp, unfamiliar tension wrapped around his ribs—as if an invisible thread had been pulled too tight, too fast.

Rhovan bristled inside him, hackles raised, instinct screaming warning without explanation.

Draven pressed a hand briefly to his chest, brows furrowing. “What in the—”

Neither of them, Meredith or Draven, turned back. Neither of them understood it yet.

But the bond, newly strained by withheld truths and unspoken hurt, had begun to push back. However, it wasn’t to punish them, but to demand resolution.

Meredith swallowed hard, steadying herself against the nearest tree, heart racing as the sensation slowly eased.

It wasn’t pain that hit her; this was what unsettled her most.

“Valmora,” she whispered aloud this time. “What… what was that?”

Inside her, the wolf stirred slowly. “That,” Valmora said calmly, “was the bond responding.”

Meredith swallowed. Her throat felt dry. “Responding to what?”

“To fracture.”

The word landed like a stone.

Meredith’s breath caught. “Fracture?” she echoed. “You mean… Draven and I—”

“You are not broken,” Valmora cut in firmly. “But you are misaligned. And the bond does not tolerate prolonged imbalance.”

Meredith slid down until she was sitting at the base of the tree, arms wrapping around herself without realizing it. Her fingers trembled.

“I felt it when he walked away,” she said quietly. “It was like… like something was tearing, but not completely.”

Valmora’s presence pressed closer, steady and anchoring.

“The mate bond is not merely emotional,” she explained. “It is energetic. Spiritual. It thrives on truth, trust, and mutual recognition. When one side withdraws while the other remains exposed, the bond tightens, attempting to force equilibrium.”

Meredith closed her eyes. “So that pain—”

“Was a warning, a sign. It had nothing to do with punishment.” Valmora finished.

Her heart pounded harder. “A signal to whom?”

“To both of you.”

Meredith’s chest constricted. “Draven felt it too?”

“Yes.”

The confirmation made something twist sharply inside her. Guilt surged, hot and suffocating.

“I didn’t want this,” Meredith said hoarsely. “I never wanted to hurt him.”

Valmora did not soften her voice. “You chose when he would know,” she continued. “You chose how much. You chose what he could handle. Those choices, however well-intentioned, placed you above him.”

Silence stretched for a moment as Meredith’s eyes burned. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” Valmora said, quieter now. “Intent matters. But impact matters more.”

Meredith dragged a hand down her face. “So, what happens now?”

Valmora paused, as if considering something ancient.

“If this distance continues,” she said slowly, “the bond will escalate insistently. Heightened emotions. Shared unrest. Physical symptoms. Dreams bleeding into waking thought.”

Meredith’s breath stuttered. “And if we keep pulling apart?”

“Then the bond will force a reckoning.”

Her head snapped up. “Force how?”

Valmora met her fear without flinching. “Through confrontation,” she said. “Or collapse.”

Meredith’s shoulders sagged as the weight of everything pressed down on her at once.

“But I already told him everything I know,” she said, her voice breaking despite her effort to keep it steady.

“Everything except the fresh details about his mother… and him being a half vampire.” Her fingers clenched in her skirts. “Things I cannot speak of yet. Things you told me not to reveal.”

Valmora remained still within her, listening.

“I want to fix this,” Meredith continued, her breath hitching. “I really do. But he hates me now.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “How do I even begin when the man I love can’t stand to look at me?”

For the first time since the bond reaction, Valmora’s presence softened. “He does not hate you,” she said firmly.

Meredith shook her head. “You didn’t see his eyes.”

“I felt his heart,” Valmora corrected. “And they are not the same thing.”

Meredith’s breath slowed slightly.

“What Draven is struggling with,” Valmora continued, “is not hatred. It is dissonance. He built his trust on the belief that you chose him fully—mind, body, and truth. Discovering otherwise has shaken the foundation he stands on.”

Meredith swallowed hard. “So… he can’t forgive me.”

“Not yet,” Valmora admitted. “Forgiveness requires understanding. And understanding requires space.”

Meredith’s lips trembled. “Then what do I do?”

For a long moment, Valmora said nothing. Then—

“Hold on.”

Meredith frowned. “Hold on to what?”

“To yourself,” Valmora replied. “To the bond. To restraint.”

Meredith’s pulse spiked. “Valmora—”

“I will go speak to him.”

The words struck like thunder.

Meredith stiffened. “You can’t. He already knows I’m hiding more important things. If he realizes—”

“Don’t worry, he will not hear you,” Valmora interrupted calmly. “That is precisely why he will hear me.”

Meredith stood abruptly. “No. That will only make things worse. He already feels like things are being decided for him—”

“Meredith, you worry for nothing. There is something more important than that. If this continues,” Valmora said quietly, “the bond will worsen. His anger will harden into distance. And distance is far more dangerous than confrontation.”

Meredith’s chest tightened painfully.

“You trust me,” Valmora said. It wasn’t a question.

Meredith hesitated. Then, slowly, she nodded.

Valmora’s presence shifted—detaching, stretching, moving through the bond in a way Meredith had never felt before. Purposeful.

“I will not expose what must remain hidden,” Valmora said as she withdrew. “But I will steady what is unravelling.”

Meredith stood alone among the trees, heart racing, as the last echo of her wolf slipped away, heading toward Draven.

Then, she released a long, unsteady breath. The silence that followed felt heavier than before.

She stood there for a moment, unmoving, her chest rising and falling as restlessness gnawed at her from the inside.

Staying still felt unbearable, and thinking felt worse. So, she turned and walked deeper into the woods.

The trees thinned gradually, the ground sloping downward until the sound of water reached her ears.