The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420: Banquet at the Oatrun Estate

[Wanda].

I could barely stomach what I was eating.

Every bite felt like sandpaper in my throat, but I didn’t dare excuse myself, not with my father sitting there, his expression as cold and unreadable as ever.

So I deliberately ate slowly, pretending to chew when all I wanted to do was throw the entire plate against the wall.

But the moment his knife and fork hit the plate, signalling he was done, I stopped pretending.

He stood, gave me a single glance—one of those silent warnings, and left the room without a word.

The second he was gone, I dropped my cutlery, grabbed my napkin, and spat the meat into it, my stomach twisting.

The napkin crumpled easily in my hand, but I slammed it down on the table anyway, my chest rising and falling with the effort to keep myself from screaming.

I had never felt this angry, not even the times I wished to see Draven’s face in my dreams and got nothing.

My hands were shaking as I pushed back from the table and stood up. I didn’t wait for the servants to open the door for me. I just walked out, my heels clicking against the marble, every step fueled by pure frustration.

By the time I reached my bedroom, I didn’t bother being quiet. The door slammed behind me with a sound that shook the frame.

I started pacing back and forth. Every thought just added more heat to the fire in my chest. It felt like everyone was against me.

Draven’s coldness was understandable. I had broken his trust, and I knew it would take time to rebuild. But my father? He was a whole different case. He had been the one pushing me toward Draven and insisting that I become his wife.

And yet, he knew Draven was back and didn’t even think to tell me.

My breath came out in quick, uneven bursts as I turned toward the window, glaring at nothing.

Then another thought hit me like a spark catching dry wood. Levi.

If anyone else knew, it would be my brother. He always knew everything before I did.

I marched to my nightstand, snatched up my phone, and unlocked it with trembling fingers. My contacts blurred for a moment before I found his name.

Without hesitation, I pressed the call button and brought the phone to my ear.

It rang once. Twice. Three times. And with each ring, my heartbeat climbed higher in my throat. But finally, on the fourth ring, I heard his voice.

"Wanda?"

"Levi," I said quickly, trying to keep the urgency out of my tone and failing miserably. "Did you know that Draven has returned to Stormveil?"

There was a brief pause on the other end, then he spoke, "No. I haven’t heard anything. Has he?"

"Yes," I snapped. "He arrived this morning."

I began pacing again, phone pressed tightly to my ear. "I heard it from the servants, Levi. The servants. They were gossiping about it downstairs, and when I asked Father, he didn’t even deny it. He just looked at me like I was wasting his time."

Levi exhaled quietly—the sound of someone bracing himself for a storm.

"And?" he asked, his tone still maddeningly calm.

"And?" My voice rose. "He knew! He knew Draven was coming home, and he didn’t even think I deserved to know! He is supposed to be on my side, Levi. Isn’t he the one who wanted me to get close to Draven in the first place?"

"Wanda," Levi said, his voice soft but edged with warning. "You should remember that Father is still angry with you."

That stopped me for half a second.

I frowned, my grip tightening on the phone. "For how long is he going to stay angry? It’s not my fault that Draven forced me out of Duskmoor and sent me back here. It was Father’s fault to begin with!"

’How am I supposed to see him?’

I tried to think. Tried to imagine what I would even say to him if I somehow got the chance. ’Would he even listen?’ 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

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