The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404: The War (V)

(Third Person).

Draven stepped inside—tall, calm and unhurried, his presence filling the room like a storm.

His black coat swayed behind him, the faint silver glint of blood still on his knuckles. Jeffery entered next, his expression cold, eyes scanning the room.

Brackham froze, his relief bursting out in a shaky breath. "Draven! Thank God—you are here!"

Then, he lowered the gun slightly, staggering from behind the desk. "They are everywhere! Those vile creatures—they have broken in! You need to help me, now!"

Draven’s gaze stayed fixed on him. There was no warmth there, only a still, deadly quiet that seemed to press down on the room.

"I’m aware," he said softly.

Brackham nodded quickly, desperate. "Good—good! Then you can—you can get your men to drive them out again! I will give you whatever you need, anything, just—just get me out of here alive!"

Jeffery stood by the door, watching in silence, his arms crossed. The faint curl of a smirk tugged at his mouth, but he said nothing.

Draven moved closer, slow, deliberate steps that made Brackham’s relief falter. "You seem afraid," Draven said, his tone almost thoughtful. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Afraid? Of course I’m afraid!" Brackham snapped, his voice trembling. "Those creatures are tearing through my city again, after you promised—"

Draven cut him off with a quiet hum. "After I promised?" His voice was calm, but the air in the room shifted—dense, electric. "Remind me, Brackham. What was it you promised me and my people?"

Brackham swallowed. "I—I..."

Draven’s expression didn’t change. He came around the desk, stopping just a few inches from him.

"You promised peace. You promised loyalty. But instead..." He tilted his head slightly, the faintest flicker of something dark passing through his eyes. "You experimented on my people. You tortured them beneath your city like beasts. And now you stand here, shaking, asking for my help."

Brackham blinked, his mouth parting in shock. "You... you found the lab?"

"I did," Draven said simply.

Brackham stepped back, his voice breaking. "You don’t understand—it wasn’t personal! It was for research—progress! I was trying to make us stronger, to protect humanity from extinction—"

The words barely left his mouth before Draven’s hand moved fast and delivered one clean, brutal punch. It sent Brackham sprawling across the desk, and papers flying.

Jeffery didn’t flinch. He just exhaled slowly, muttering under his breath, "You had that coming."

Brackham groaned, clutching his jaw as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "You... savage..."

Draven leaned down, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him upright. "You call me savage, yet you built a graveyard for children under your own building."

Brackham’s eyes widened. He trembled violently now, but Draven didn’t release him. Instead, his voice dropped lower, quieter, more dangerous.

"You think death is the punishment you deserve?"

Brackham’s voice came out small. "Please... I—" He was starting to beg now after dropping his cockiness.

Draven’s fist met his gut this time, the blow hard enough to fold him in half. The man gasped, wheezing for air.

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