The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: My Husband is Back

Meredith.

I stood with everyone at the front steps—guards in clean lines, Dennis out front with his hands clasped behind his back, staff fanned across the portico.

Even Wanda was here, looking washed-out and tight-mouthed. Xamira’s small fingers were curled around mine, bouncing on her toes.

"Daddy’s car?" she whispered like a secret.

"It will be here any minute," I said, even though my pulse had been saying any second for the last ten minutes.

About a minute later, engines finally rolled in from the road—low, heavy, familiar. Headlights swept across the gravel as five black SUVs eased through the gate and up the circular drive.

The air suddenly changed as anticipation crackled through the crowd like static.

The convoy braked and doors clicked. The third SUV opened—and there he was.

Draven stepped out, tall and steady despite the long drive, eyes scanning the line of faces. The instant his gaze found me, something in my chest unclenched.

But Xamira didn’t wait; she tore away from my hand and launched at him.

"Daddy!"

He caught her mid-sprint, lifting her under the arms and spinning her once. She shrieked a laugh, clinging to his neck.

"Did you get taller?" he murmured into her hair.

"I did! And we built a castle," she said against his shoulder, breathless. "Your wife took a picture. You have to see it." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"I can’t wait." He set her on his hip and started toward me.

I forgot about everyone else then. His focus slid to me and stayed there, cutting clean through the crowd, the drive, the day. He stopped close enough that his warmth touched my skin.

Up close, I could smell leather and wind and the faintest trace of steel. Home.

"Welcome back," I said, hoping my voice didn’t sound as shaky as I felt.

"Thank you for waiting," he said quietly, and dipped his head so our foreheads brushed.

The contact was barely a breath, but it grounded me. Then his eyes flicked over me—hair, face, the simple dress I’d agonized over—and softened. "You look perfect."

Heat rose to my cheeks. Xamira tugged his jaw. "Daddy, is she pretty?"

"She’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen today," he said, not looking away from me.

A throat cleared politely. Jeffery stepped out behind him, giving me a respectful nod.

"Luna." His eyes crinkled, almost a smile, before he turned to Dennis for a quick warrior’s clasp and low-voiced exchange.

Finally, Dennis turned to Draven and welcomed him after allowing us have our moment.

"Welcome back, brother," He said, giving Draven a one sided hug.

"Thank you." A small smile hung on Draven’s lips as he returned the hug with one arm.

A wave of "Yes, Alpha" moved down the steps. Madame Beatrice nodded once, efficient and unflappable.

For a heartbeat, I thought I had misheard him. My breath caught. ’Madame Beatrice? Here? To run Draven’s estate?’

Dennis’s eyebrows shot up, and I saw the flicker of a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth before he masked it. He knew what this meant: no more Wanda running unchecked, no more chaos disguised as structure.

But Wanda—oh, Wanda.

I quickly turned my gaze to her and already, her face drained of color so quickly I half-wondered if she might faint.

The tension in her jaw stood out sharp against her skin, and her lips parted as if to protest—then snapped shut again when Draven’s eyes flicked briefly toward her.

Fury bled into her expression, poorly hidden beneath a stiff, polite smile. Her hands curled into fists against her skirts.

"Alpha," she said, her voice sugar-sweet but tight as a drawn bowstring, "such... unexpected news. I wasn’t aware that my position had changed."

"Now you are. You have enough time to adjust," Draven replied evenly, already turning toward Jeffery as if her words barely mattered.

I swallowed hard, forcing my expression neutral even though inside I wanted to laugh—laugh at the sheer audacity of Wanda thinking she could hold on forever, laugh with relief that Draven had finally cut the ground from under her.

But I didn’t laugh. I only held my head a little higher.

Beside me, Dennis leaned closer, his voice pitched so low only I could hear. "Didn’t see that coming, did she?"

"No," I whispered back, keeping my lips from curving. "Not at all."