The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418: Trustworthy and Valuable to Him

[Meredith].

Breakfast began quietly, with only the clink of silver and the soft hum of conversation breaking the stillness.

Draven leaned slightly toward Oscar, his tone even. "Do you have an idea where my father is?"

Oscar nodded, dabbing the edge of his mouth with a napkin. "Busy entertaining the Council of Elders who came to welcome you this morning."

Draven’s brow lifted. "You know, you could have warned me about my father’s plans for that—along with this evening’s banquet."

Oscar gave a mild shrug. "Neither of those plans is harmful."

Draven narrowed his eyes at him playfully. "It sounds like you’ve already decamped to my father’s side."

Oscar’s lips curved faintly. "Well," he said with mock solemnity, "your father is my next favourite person after you."

Dennis looked up from his plate, feigning offence. "Thank you for exposing this. I wouldn’t have known that I don’t even make the top two in your heart."

Jeffery smiled, restraining a chuckle while Draven chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.

I said nothing, quietly cutting into the slice of roasted lamb on my plate. The meat was soft, perfectly spiced, and the taste was rich on my tongue.

The warmth of the food contrasted sharply with the faint chill of the room and the careful way everyone measured their words around the table.

A few seconds later, Oscar turned back to Draven after a sip of his wine. "You should be prepared for those Alphas and Elders tonight. They will be throwing endless questions at you—most of which they already think they know the answers to."

Dennis grinned. "Have you forgotten who my brother is? He is the perfect fit for those old wolves."

Oscar’s gaze softened, amusement tugging at his mouth. "I suppose I will be reminded of that side of him tonight."

Then, he lifted his glass slightly. "To our next King, finally home."

Draven raised his wineglass in acknowledgement, and Dennis and Jeffery followed suit.

Their glasses met with a quiet chime of crystal.

I lifted my teacup instead, content to sip in silence. The lamb was too good to waste on conversation, especially one I wasn’t invited to.

From the corner of my eye, I caught movement—Draven, turning toward me. Next, he tilted his wineglass and lightly tapped the rim of it against my teacup, his lips curving into that private smile meant only for me.

I couldn’t help it. My own smile answered his before I returned my focus to my plate.

"Meredith," Dennis said suddenly, his tone teasing. "You look like you’re enjoying being by yourself."

I lifted my gaze, unbothered. "I am," I admitted.

The table erupted in quiet laughter, but Draven’s tone was calm when he spoke again—firm, carrying that edge of authority even through amusement.

"I know my wife is your friend," he said, glancing toward Dennis, "but you must be conscious of how you address her publicly. This isn’t Duskmoor."

Dennis blinked, then gave a half-shrug. "I’m aware, brother."

I said nothing, but the quiet satisfaction of hearing Draven say ’my wife’ in front of them all settled warmly in my chest.

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