The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: Fell to Death

[Meredith].

’New nanny? How?’ I narrowed my eyes just slightly. I wasn’t angry, merely analyzing.

Why hadn’t Draven mentioned this? Why was Xamira’s room so bare? And why did ’new’ sound like it carried weight?

I kept my expression composed.

Xamira climbed onto the bed beside me, leaning against my arm, comfortable and trusting. I brushed a hand through her soft hair. Then, I focused once more on the maid.

"A new nanny," I repeated softly. "When did you start?"

The young woman straightened again, her hands clasped neatly in front of her.

"Early this morning, my lady. Madame Beatrice assigned me as soon as she received Alpha Draven’s instructions."

My brows lifted just a fraction.

Draven?

I hadn’t known he made arrangements for Xamira’s care so quickly.

My thoughts flicked back to Duskmoor—to the other nanny who used to look after Xamira with gentle hands and warm stories. She had been with Xamira for years, from what I knew.

"What happened to the nanny who served her in Duskmoor?" I asked.

The new nanny blinked. "I... do not know, my lady. I was only informed that the child required a caretaker here, and I was chosen."

Her tone was respectful, her posture straight, but there was no nervousness or fluster—just calm obedience.

Regardless, something tugged at me.

I wasn’t sure why I was suspicious. Perhaps it was how quietly this nanny carried herself.

Or maybe it was simply the weight of wanting to ensure Xamira was safe in a place that was no longer familiar to her.

My eyes drifted over the nanny’s frame—her shoulders, her stance, the way she kept her weight evenly distributed on both feet. It wasn’t a typical servant’s posture.

"Your name?" I asked.

"Lucy, my lady."

"And you train often?"

There wasn’t even a beat of hesitation. She bowed her head slightly. "Yes, my lady."

Xamira hummed beside me, leaning against my arm as though all was right in her world. And I didn’t want to worry her unnecessarily.

But inside me, a slight note of caution tightened. Draven chose her. Which meant she was competent.

But why a combat-trained woman for this role? I didn’t know. Only Draven could answer that.

For now, I gave Lucy a brief nod, dismissing her quietly so she would step back and give us space.

Then I turned to Xamira and brushed a thumb over her cheek. "Have you had breakfast?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Well," I said gently, "shall we take a walk outside?"

Instantly, her entire face lit up like dawn breaking over snow. "Yes!" she exclaimed, gripping my hand tightly.

Xamira swung our linked hands as we walked, humming a tune she must have learned in Duskmoor.

The morning air in Stormveil was colder—crisp, a little biting, but she didn’t seem to mind, her small steps bright with energy.

The estate grounds were beautiful, yet intimidating. High stone walls, carved arches, towering ancient pines—everything here felt like history.

Servants we passed bowed respectfully. Some quietly murmured to each other once I walked past—soft, indistinct whispers that carried neither insult nor praise.

It was just a calculation. Some of them were still watching, waiting, and assessing how firmly their Alpha stood with me.

I kept my spine straight.

Xamira tugged my hand. "Can we go over there?" she asked, pointing to a stone path lined with blue flowers.

"Of course." I smiled at her.

But as we walked... I couldn’t shake the thought of Lucy, who was not a simple nanny.

I had one burning question. Why would Draven choose a fighter to look after a child?

I exhaled slowly. I would have to ask him later.

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[Draven].

I watched Meredith’s back as she walked away with the servant, her silver hair disappearing around the corner.

She didn’t press further about my mother, but the moment she asked... that familiar heaviness settled in my chest.

I wasn’t ready to open that wound this morning. Not when everything about her reaction mattered more than I was willing to admit.

And certainly not when something far more urgent had been dropped on me last night.

As soon as she vanished from sight, I exhaled sharply and turned in the opposite direction.

A warrior stood waiting at the end of the hall.

"Alpha," he said with a deep bow. "Your brother is waiting."

I nodded once. "Lead the way."

We descended a quieter wing of the estate, one rarely used unless for sensitive matters. At the final turn, I saw Dennis standing outside a dim room, arms crossed, and expression grave.

"There you are," he muttered, straightening.

Without wasting time, I pushed the door open and entered. The air inside was cold, with a faint scent of linen and antiseptic.

In the centre of the small chamber, a human-sized body lay on a table, covered by a white sheet—untouched, precisely as I ordered the moment the report came in yesterday evening.

I stepped closer and lifted the shroud.

[Meredith].

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