The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Combat With Dennis

Meredith.

The shrill ring of my phone pierced through the heavy veil of sleep, dragging me from the depths of dreamland.

My hand flailed across the bed until it closed around the device. Eyes still squinting and mind foggy, I blinked at Dennis’s name on the screen.

I slid the green button with a groggy swipe and brought the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

A voice far too cheerful for this hour crackled through. "Good morning, my lady. Just wondering... why can’t I see you at the training grounds?"

My eyes snapped open instantly.

"You’re there already?" I croaked, bolting upright. My heart, previously in a peaceful rhythm, now raced like I was already mid-sprint.

Dennis laughed. "I had a feeling. You were still sleeping, weren’t you?"

"I—!" I wanted to deny it, but lying was pointless. "I will be there in twenty minutes! Please don’t go anywhere!"

"Where would I go? I’m your instructor now, remember?" He chuckled again before hanging up.

I barely registered the end of the call before I threw the phone aside and scrambled out of bed.

My bare feet hit the cold floor as I dashed into the bathroom like a woman on fire.

The icy water jolted me into full wakefulness as I washed my face and brushed my teeth at what had to be record speed.

There was no time for anything else—not even for Valmora to snark about my chaotic state.

I slipped into my black combat leggings and the fitted training top. It hugged my body just enough to move with ease, and I silently thanked myself for organizing my training gear ahead of time.

Racing out of the bedroom, I flew down the first staircase, only to nearly collide head-on with Kira and Deidra at the bottom landing.

"My lady!" they both exclaimed in unison, nearly dropping the folded laundry they were carrying.

"I’m fine! Morning!" I called over my shoulder, not even slowing my pace.

"But—your hair—!"

"Later!" I shouted back, bolting past the hallway arch and out into the open grounds.

The crisp morning air stung my face, but it felt invigorating. The sky was painted in soft hues of rose and amber, the sun barely lifting past the trees.

Birds chirped lazily above, unaware of the chaos below.

All I could think of was not embarrassing myself on the very first day of training with Dennis. And not when Draven was probably going to ask how it went.

’Late. On your first day,’ I scolded myself mentally hoping that Dennis wouldn’t mind, as the training field came into view beyond the hedges.

And there he was—Dennis—already shirtless, stretching casually beneath one of the trees that framed the dusty clearing.

His tawny hair was pulled back, and he looked entirely too relaxed for someone who was about to put me through combat hell.

He gazed up the moment I came tearing around the corner, his lips curving into an unrepentant grin.

"Ah. Sleeping Beauty finally arrives."

I was still catching my breath when Dennis tilted his head slightly and gave me that familiar grin that always managed to ride the line between charming and mischievous.

"Well then," he said, dusting his hands. "Let’s not waste the early sun. Show me what my dear brother’s been teaching you. Let’s see if all that brooding muscle comes with actual technique."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Alright."

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