The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299: Draven’s Sealed Vow

~Third Person~

Wanda’s hands balled into fists against the sheets, her voice rising as her anger poured out.

"I will take back what’s mine, either by hook or by crook! I underestimated that nobody, Levi. I thought her curse and her lack of a wolf made her nothing. I should have finished her long ago. I should have used others to do it, plotted it properly, but I was blind. And now she stands where I should be—beside him!"

Her chest heaved, her eyes burning with fury as she continued, "Draven belongs to me, not to that wolfless disgrace that would never amount to anything good."

Levi dropped the bloodstained cloth into the basin with a quiet splash. His voice came calm, but edged with steel.

"Enough, Wanda. You forget yourself. Draven is not your private property. He is the future King of our race."

"I don’t care!" Wanda snapped, her voice cracking. "King or not, he should have been mine!"

Levi leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "Do you even hear yourself? Tell me, do you truly love Draven, or are you just obsessed because of what Father drilled into you? Because of the power he wanted you to seize?"

The words hit her like a blow. Wanda froze, her lips parting, but no sound came. For a moment, only the faint hiss of the fireplace filled the silence.

Then her shoulders shook. Tears welled and spilled freely down her cheeks. She buried her face in her hands, her voice breaking apart.

"I love Draven. I have always loved him."

Levi’s gaze softened faintly, though his expression stayed guarded. Then he rested a hand on her trembling shoulder, his voice quieter now.

"Then stop letting Father twist that love into something poisonous. Because if you don’t, it will be the end of you."

Wanda wept harder, the sound muffled against her palms.

A few minutes later, her sobs quieted to ragged breaths, her body trembling as she clutched at the sheets.

"I can’t breathe properly," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Knowing that he is probably holding another woman in his arms right now—another woman who isn’t me."

Levi’s hand tightened gently on her shoulder. He crouched closer, his voice low, steady, as though he could anchor her with tone alone.

"Wanda, don’t do this to yourself. Stop thinking about Draven. He isn’t worth destroying yourself over."

But she lifted her face, her tear-streaked eyes locking onto his. For a moment, he saw not his fierce sister, nor their father’s ambitious pawn, but a woman consumed by longing she couldn’t shake.

"To not be with Draven..." her lips trembled, her voice thinned into a whisper, "...is death."

Levi’s chest tightened. He wanted to argue, to snap her out of it, but the sheer desperation in her gaze stole the words from his throat.

And all he could do was hold her steady, his hand firm against her arm as her tears fell heavier.

"Then live," he muttered finally, his voice hoarse but resolute. "Even if it means living without him."

But Wanda only shook her head, clutching tighter at his arm, her expression crumbling with every breath.

***

DUSKMOOR.

Draven’s boots struck quietly against the polished floor of the hallway, his stride measured, and his shoulders set with their usual authority.

Just then, the phone in his pocket buzzed. He slipped it out and glanced at the screen before answering.

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