The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: The Vampire Attack (I)

(Third Person).

A few hours after dinner, Draven lay on his side, his body pressed against Meredith’s back, his arm wrapped over her, palm cupping the fullness of her breast as though it was simply where his hand belonged.

His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, his presence grounding.

Meredith stared into the dim shadows across the room. Though her body was relaxed, her mind refused to rest.

Tension coiled in her belly — not from Draven’s touch, but from the unseen threat creeping closer with each second.

Still, she couldn’t help but wonder...

"Are you asleep?" she asked softly.

A low breath warmed the curve of her neck. Then, without warning, his fingers gently squeezed her breast.

"I’m trying," he murmured in a gravel-drenched voice, "but your scent is driving me mad."

A small smile tugged at her lips, despite herself.

That one line — spoken with the kind of husky restraint only Draven possessed — was enough to ease the tight knot of nerves forming in her chest.

She exhaled slowly, allowing herself one more second of peace. Maybe two.

But that peace shattered just miles away — along the northern stretch of the estate, where the earth sloped near the old, less-fortified fence line.

The shadows moved.

A single figure landed soundlessly on the dew-damp grass. Then two more.

Their movements were almost ghostlike — blurs of motion cloaked in moonlight.

They vaulted the fence in silence, landing with inhuman grace. Then three more landed, and a few seconds later, four more appeared.

There were ten in total.

They crouched low, scanning the surrounding grounds with eerie stillness.

One of them — a vampire with long pale hair and hollow, angular features — raised his chin, sniffing the air as though savouring the scent of blood and stone.

His eyes flickered, and then he moved fast.

A guard barely had time to lift his head before the vampire lunged, fangs piercing the side of his neck with a sickening crunch.

No scream escaped the werewolf’s lips—only a strangled grunt that died before it could sound.

The vampire drank deeply, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy.

Then, letting the lifeless body drop, he wiped the back of his hand across his blood-smeared mouth and turned to the others.

"Kill anyone in your path," he ordered in a raspy voice. "But the Alpha... leave him to me."

The others nodded, slipping deeper into the shadows of the estate like liquid night.

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Inside Draven’s bedroom, the sudden echo of Jeffery’s voice filled Draven’s head, the mental link humming to life.

"They are here, Alpha"

Draven’s eyes opened instantly.

He sat up without hesitation, his arm leaving Meredith’s waist, his expression hardening in the moonlight that cut across the floor.

"How many?" he asked aloud, already moving to swing his legs over the edge of the bed.

Jeffery’s voice answered smoothly inside his mind. "Ten. They have already taken two guards."

Draven’s jaw clenched.

Ten? Just ten?

"They’re underestimating us," he growled. "That’s an insult."

He was expecting at least twenty tonight, but it looked like those blood-sucking demons thought so lowly of them.

Draven’s body moved like coiled steel, not a trace of sleep left in him. He reached for the black shirt draped over the chair and slid it on with precise movements.

"I will be there in two minutes," he added through the link, his voice cold with resolve.

Draven moved swiftly down the corridor, his eyes were sharp, glinting with cold focus under the hallway sconces as his boots echoed against the tiled floor. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Then—whhhssssh—a faint sound, like wind brushing against metal. It came from the direction of the eastern clearing near the training grounds.

The trees stood still, frozen in eerie anticipation. Then it happened again—woosh—a blur passed behind him.

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