The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: No Ordinary Wolf

[Meredith].

The walk to the dining hall was short, though every turn of the corridor reminded me of how vast this estate truly was.

When Draven finally pushed open the door, I found myself standing before a modestly sized room—modest by Oatrun standards, at least.

A twelve-seater table dominated the centre, polished to a shine that reflected the morning light streaming through the high windows.

It was smaller than the one in Duskmoor, far smaller, and I doubted that this was the only dining room in the estate, as it was different from the one I had walked into the first time I was here.

Also, the Oatruns had always been known for their lineage and wealth; there were surely grander halls reserved for guests and banquets.

But this one was warm, intimate even, with soft amber light from the chandeliers and the faint scent of roasted herbs lingering in the air.

Dennis and Jeffery were already seated when we entered. The moment they saw Draven, they both made to rise, but he stopped them with a quiet command.

"There’s no need for formalities," he said, his tone firm but easy.

The servants, however, still bowed deeply as we walked in, their movements graceful and disciplined.

Draven gestured toward the seat to his right. "Sit."

I nodded and moved toward it. The chair was solid oak, its surface cool against my palms as I sat.

Draven took his place next to me at the head of the table, settling in with the natural authority that never needed to be announced.

The servants began to move then—setting silver dishes before us, lifting lids that released waves of rich, savoury scent.

Plates of seared meat, roasted vegetables, golden bread, and bowls of fresh fruit filled the table in neat arrangement. The sight alone could have fed twenty people.

Then, Dennis leaned back in his seat, smiling at me from across the table. "So," he began, his tone teasing but respectful, "what do you think of the Oatrun estate?"

I met his gaze briefly, a faint smile curving my lips. "It’s too soon to pass judgment," I said. "We only just arrived."

Dennis chuckled softly and nodded. "Fair enough."

Jeffery grinned beside him. "You will find your bearings soon enough, Luna. This place is... something else."

"I can already tell," I replied, then turned toward Draven. "Where is Xamira?"

"She is still asleep," he said, his voice calm. "Her nanny is watching her. She will eat in her room when she wakes."

I exhaled, feeling a small knot of concern unwind in my chest.

I reached for my cutlery, but before I could touch it, a deep, familiar voice called from the doorway—bright, unrestrained, full of energy that filled the entire room in an instant.

"Draven!"

My head turned sharply toward the sound.

A man stood in the doorway, about Draven’s height but slimmer, his short dark hair neatly combed and his smile broad enough to reach his eyes.

There was an ease about him, a sort of unshakable confidence that came naturally rather than being practised.

Before I could even wonder who he was, Draven rose slightly from his seat, a rare, genuine smile breaking across his face.

The next second, I heard Draven call the man’s name with an equal smile.

"Oscar."

I blinked, a little surprised. The name was familiar.

Of course—it was that Oscar. The one Draven had once mentioned over the phone months ago, when he had come down here for a visit. His best friend.

Now, finally seeing him in person, I could put a face to the name.

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