The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 286

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Meredith. 1

She froze mid–step. Then slowly, she turned. As soon as she saw it was me, she tilted her chin high, her smirk

sharp enough to cut.

Behind me, I felt Deidra’s quiet presence. I didn’t take my eyes off Wanda when I said, “Wait here.”

“Yes, my lady,” Deidra replied softly.

I walked forward, closing the space between us, each step deliberate. Wanda’s smirk deepened, as though

she had been expecting me.

“I received your letter,” I said flatly.

Her brows rose a fraction, then she laughed under her breath, tilting her head in mock innocence. “And how

can I help you?”

My stomach twisted with disgust at her arrogance, but my face remained smooth, unreadable. “I’ve read your

letter, Wanda. But I have one question for you.”

“Oh?” She chuckled, smugness dripping from her tone. “Don’t tell me you want to ask how I knew about

Draven’s unimaginable intentions for you?”

For a moment, I simply stared at her. This woman who had thought herself clever enough to ruin me, by trying

to use her words to nearly shatter my peace.

Then I exhaled slowly, wondering how I would have almost wasted an entire morning brooding over her

poison.

“I’m not interested in how you got your information,” I said calmly. “It isn’t important.”

The chuckle faded from her lips, her smirk faltering just a little. “Then what is bothering you?”

I stepped closer, closing the gap until my shadow brushed against hers. My voice lowered, sharp and

deliberate.

“In your letter, you said everyone was pressuring Draven to marry their daughters because he didn’t have a

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mate. And the way you wrote it, the way you tried to make me feel worthless, as though I was nothing more

than his chess piece, told me exactly what you thought of me. That I was of no importance to him.”

Wanda scoffed, rolling her eyes. “So what are you getting at? Make your point straight.”

I leaned in slightly, my lips curving in the faintest smile. “I bet you didn’t know… that I am Draven’s mate.”

Her face completely drained of all color. Her lips parted, her confidence crumbling. “You are actually Draven’s

mate? I thought-” her voice broke, “-I thought Draven lied?” 1

“Do you still think he would still use me as a pawn?” I asked, not letting let her finish.

But not wanting to waste any more time with her, I let my voice slice cleanly through her disbelief.

“I guess now everyone can stop harassing Draven and trying to force their daughters on him.” 1

Wanda’s eyes darkened, her body stiff with barely contained rage.

I tilted my head, meeting her glare with serene finality. “And Wanda… I think you should get help when you

return to Stormveil. Some sort of mental assistance. You look like you will be needing it.”

Then I paused for a beat, letting the barb sink in. “And be sure to get the help from my Moonstone pack.”

Her face twisted, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of watching me gloat. I turned smoothly and walked

away with my head held high.

Deidra lowered her head respectfully, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Let’s go,” I said simply.

“Yes, my lady,” she murmured.

We stepped back into the house and ascended the stairs together, step after steady step.

Satisfaction hummed faintly in my chest at the fact that I had dismantled Wanda’s pride in less than five

minutes. But beneath it, the unease remained.

Because the truth still lingered like a bitter taste on my tongue. Wanda’s letter was not entirely lies.

Though I had silenced her, I was far from at peace.

As we reached the third floor, I pressed my fingers briefly against my temple. No matter how sharp my words.

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had been, the storm inside me wasn’t gone. I still needed to confront Draven.

And when I did, it wouldn’t be with rage or silence. I would face him as his wife and demand the truth.

I wanted to do things the mature way and not risk creating a rift between us.

The history book felt heavier than it should in my hands. The words blurred, lines swimming together until

they were nothing more than meaningless black ink on white paper.

I blinked, then turned another page and realized I hadn’t even absorbed a single sentence of the last ten

minutes.

With a sharp groan, I slammed it shut and pressed my palms against the cover. My chest felt tight, my mind a

storm that refused to quiet.

No matter how I tried to distract myself, Wanda’s revelation kept clawing back into my head, dripping poison

with every memory they touched.

I couldn’t keep sitting here like this–restless, suffocating and spiraling. At least, not until I had looked Draven

in the eyes and gotten the truth out of his lips.

I rose from the sofa with a forceful breath. “I’m leaving for breakfast,” I announced, startling my maidservants

where they stood by the corner.

Azul straightened immediately, concern flickering in her gaze. “Now, my lady? It is still a little early.”

Kira chimed in gently, “Yes, about twenty minutes early.”

“I know.” The words came out clipped, firmer than I intended, but I didn’t take them back. “I can’t sit in this

room any longer.”

The unease in their eyes was plain, but they bowed their heads. Azul stepped forward without hesitation.

“Then I will accompany you.”

I gave her a quick nod before heading for the door. My footsteps echoed down the quiet corridors as Azul

followed a respectful distance behind.

The dining hall was already alive with the soft bustle of servants setting the table.

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Porcelain clinked against polished wood, silver cutlery glinted under the chandeliers, and trays of steaming

dishes were carefully arranged down the long spread.

The moment the servants noticed me, they froze, surprise flashing in their eyes before they quickly lowered

their heads. “Good morning, my lady.”

Their voices overlapped in unison.

I forced a smile and inclined my head. “Good morning.”

Azul was already pulling a chair out for me. I sat down at my usual place, fingers tracing idly over the edge of the linen napkin as my gaze flickered across the empty chairs.

The vast table suddenly looked lonelier than ever. This was the first time I was appearing at the dinning hall

for a meal, as the first person.

A sigh slipped past my lips. In my rush, I had completely forgotten about Xamira. Usually, I would peek into her room, take her hand, and bring her down with me.

She loved it, and she had started to expect it.

But this morning, my head had been too clouded, too consumed with anger and doubt. I hadn’t even thought

of her.

My stomach knotted with guilt.

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