The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413: Father Knew

[Wanda]

The sound of a clock ticking pulled me from sleep.

I blinked up at the ceiling, disoriented for a moment, then turned my head toward the clock on the nightstand.

It was already seven.

My brows furrowed as I actually came to that realization. ’Seven?’

"Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath, pushing the covers aside. The sheets were still warm from sleep, and my muscles ached faintly from last night’s training, but irritation overrode the fatigue.

Not one servant had come to wake me. Not one.

Had everyone in this house forgotten how to do their jobs?

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, the silk hem of my night robe brushing my knees.

Breakfast was at eight, and Father would already be in the dining room by then. He hated lateness, and so did I.

I stood, slipped my feet into the waiting slippers, and crossed to the bathing chamber only to be met by at the door.

A servant knelt beside the bath, pouring in a vial of oil, the scent of lavender filling the air.

The girl startled when she saw me. "Miss! You’re awake already."

"Obviously," I said sharply, folding my arms. "Why wasn’t I woken up? It’s past seven."

The servant dropped her gaze immediately. "Forgive me, my Lady. I wanted to finish preparing your bath first, then—"

"Then you forgot what your duty was," I cut in. "Next time, I expect to be woken before the bath is drawn."

"Yes, Miss."

"Leave."

She bowed before hurrying out. The door closed softly behind her.

For a moment, I just stood there, the anger pulsing low and steady beneath my skin. Servants these days had become careless.

I untied the sash of my robe and slipped it off, letting the silk fall in a whisper to the floor. The bath water shimmered faintly, steam rising in delicate swirls. I sank into it, the heat closing around me until the tension in my shoulders loosened.

The quiet pressed in. Only the faint crackle of candles and the drip of water from the spout.

I tilted my head back, eyes half-closed, and let my mind wander to the only man who occupied the deepest part of my heart.

Draven.

His name surfaced like a reflex I hadn’t yet trained out of myself.

What is he doing now?

Did he ever think about me?

A bitter smile touched my lips. Probably not. Not when he had that cursed bitch clinging to him

I scoffed softly, dipping a hand into the water, watching the ripples stretch across the surface.

After a while, I stood, dried myself off, and put on a simple black dress that fit snugly at the waist. There was no need for embellishment; even simplicity bowed to elegance when worn correctly. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

When I stepped into the hall, the manor was already stirring, the clinking of dishes and footsteps echoing off polished floors.

I started down the staircase and heard laughter floating up from the corridor leading to the kitchen.

I stopped, frowning. ’These servants are definitely asking to be punished.’

Without wasting a second, I followed the sound, my heels silent against the floor. The laughter grew clearer, joined by snippets of conversation.

Then, just as I neared the doorway, one name froze me in place.

"...Alpha Draven..."

My pulse skipped. I leaned slightly toward the open door, and the scent of freshly baked bread wafted into my nostrils.

"...yes," a voice said—one of the kitchen maids, her tone hushed and excited. "I heard it myself. They are said that he came back this morning with a convoy of cars, all the way from the Human city—"

The rest blurred behind the rush in my ears.

Draven? Draven has returned? How?

Before I could think, I was moving. I stepped through the doorway, and the maids’ chatter cut off like a blade.

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