The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: On His Behalf

Meredith.

"You look very beautiful, my lady," Deidra commented with a big smile on her lips.

I narrowed my gaze. "You mean I wasn’t beautiful, that I was ugly with the scar?"

"I—I... I..." Panic flashed across her eyes. "Now, my lady. That’s not what I meant."

The others held their breath. But then, a hearty laughter tore through my lips.

"Hahaha..." I laughed. "I was just joking."

They finally relaxed and joined me in laughing.

"You almost had me, my lady." Deidra patted her chest with a smile, looking like she had just run a marathon.

Kira said to me, "My lady, someone will come and fix the mirrors before you return after breakfast."

I nodded approvingly.

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Breakfast was substantial, consisting of chicken wraps, coleslaw, sausage rolls, and tropical fruit juice.

All eyes had been on me the moment I walked into the dining hall.

Knowing I didn’t have a wolf, it was a shock to them that my scar was completely gone. It felt like magic to them.

Wanda kept glaring daggers at me, her gaze following me until I settled in my seat.

She was either still mad at me for last night or curious about my fast healing, as she hadn’t seen much of it in the dim hallway last night—or both.

Draven was the only one who didn’t give me any reaction when he finally arrived to join us at the table. I bet he saw and knew about my healing and hadn’t said anything about it.

As I bit into my chicken wrap, I caught Wanda’s gaze moving between me and Draven. Then it stayed on Draven a little longer before it returned to the food before her.

I bet she was dying to know more about our relationship.

Right there, I imagined a scene of breaking the news to Wanda about sleeping with Drave and saw her go crazy, breaking things, and even grabbing me by my neck.

I laughed, only to realize that I had done it in reality because now, every eye was on me.

Draven was the first to finish his breakfast. He had cleared his plate. After all, he had worked hard last night.

As soon as he got to his feet, Wanda asked him, "Are you going to the training grounds?"

"I’m going to see Xamira," he replied.

Instantly, I got interested.

"Can I..."

Draven cut me off before I could finish my request, like he already knew what I was going to ask for.

"No, you can’t."

My face fell.

He walked away, like we hadn’t been with each other from the middle of the night until early this morning.

As I withdrew my gaze, I caught the smirk rising on Wanda’s face and rolled my eyes at her.

It’s been so long since I saw that little girl.

"Then, he is missing a lot," he finished and then went ahead to compliment me.

He said I looked better in casual fits like this than in those dresses that made me look like a royal from the medieval era.

I didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not, so I kept quiet.

"I have a gift for you," Dennis suddenly announced and then turned his back on me.

"A gift?" I repeated, surprise flashing across my eyes as I stepped closer, curious as to what it was.

Dennis opened the passenger door of his car and brought out a small fancy bag. Then he took out a small rectangular box from it and passed it to me.

I took it, raising a curious brow.

Then, my eyes fell on the drawing and the obvious writing on the box and realized what his gift was.

My curiosity turned to shock as I moved my gaze back to his face.

"Y—you got me a phone?" My lips quivered.

"Yes," he replied, enjoying the look of obvious surprise on my face.

"I’ve always wanted one of these," I said, looking at the item in my hands. I didn’t even know what to feel. "How... why did you get it?"

Dennis shrugged. "Yesterday, you said you wanted to contact me but didn’t have a phone to do it, so I decided to get you one."

My eyes turned teary, but he continued.

"I think my brother forgot to get you one since he hasn’t tried to reach you while away and realized it’s impossible. So, I’m doing this on his behalf."

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