The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Scorned At the Lunar Ball

Meredith.

Gnashing his teeth until the pain from the bond severing was over, Marc's lips twisted into something cruel, and his voice laced with mockery. "Did you really think the Moon Goddess would pair me with someone like you? A cursed, wolfless burden?"

Laughter rippled through the ballroom.

I hadn't expected this. I had been hopeful the moon goddess would finally shine her mercy on me tonight. Instead, look what she did to me.

Now, the entire werewolf society knew I was cursed and unwanted. No one would ever accept me. Not even my own family who were actually the first to reject me.

I felt the sting of hot tears, but I refused to let them fall as I watched Marc hold that woman's hand and take a few steps backwards.

No. I would not cry. Not in front of these people. Not in front of him.

But just as I thought the humiliation and disgrace couldn't get any worse, my pheromones surged; a wild, uncontrollable scent—a sign of a female in distress.

Immediately, several men in the room reacted.

Some turned their heads sharply, their wolves snarling low in their throats. Others stiffened, pupils dilating as their instincts responded to the scent.

A man near the bar exhaled sharply. Another clenched his jaw, gripping his drink tightly.

One even took a step toward me before stopping himself. And then the whispers changed.

"Damn, she smells incredible..."

"That's unnatural—what's wrong with her?"

"Control yourselves! The Alpha is watching!"

"I can't believe she has the nerve to release that seductive scent of hers just seconds after being rejected."

"She is trying to drive all the men in this room wild with those untamed pheromones of hers!"

"What a disgrace to the Moonstone Pack."

"I would rather remain childless than have a cursed child like Meredith."

"My heart goes out to the Carter family. They are the ones feeling the heat of her disgraceful acts."

Panic surged in my chest. No, no, not now. I reached for my perfume bottle in my clutch, desperate to mask the scent that drove men wild. But before I could move, a cruel hand ripped my veil from my head.

Gasps of shock rang out.

Cold air rushed against my scarred cheek—a jagged, ugly scar that marred my once beautiful face—was on full display.

I barely had time to react before someone sneered, loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear.

"Horny whore!"

Laughter erupted like a wildfire, sharp and suffocating. The sound stabbed through me, each chuckle cutting deeper than the last.

"How dare you try to seduce men with a face like that?" Cora, the daughter to Alpha Aiden of the Nightshade clan, my worst nightmare when we were still in college, questioned with venom dripping in her tone as she came to stand in front of me.

I wanted to run. I wanted to disappear. But my body wouldn't move.

In the midst of my shame, pain and raging pheromones, my breathing seized momentarily as the world blurred around me.

And then suddenly, a new scent filled the air. Not just any scent, but one with power, strength and command.

The kind of scent that made wolves stop breathing. That made Alphas lower their heads in instinctive submission.

The entire ballroom fell silent. And a deep, cold voice sliced through the air. "What the hell is going on here?"

My heart stilled. Cora's smirk fell. The crowd parted instantly, and then I saw him.

Draven Oatrun.

The Alpha of the Mystic Furs. The future King of Werewolves. And the most dangerous man in this room.

His broad frame was dressed in a dark, perfectly tailored suit, his golden eyes scanning the scene with icy detachment. Then those golden eyes landed on me.

Everything stopped. Including time.

My pheromones—the ones I had never been able to control suddenly vanished. Like someone had put out a fire. Like they had submitted.

Just then, Alpha Draven started making his way towards me, and my breathing faltered.

I forgot to breathe.

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