The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436: How Dare She?

[Third Person].

Dinner continued for several minutes, accompanied by quiet clinks of cutlery and light conversation between Reginald and Vivian.

Wanda barely tasted the food; she was watching her brother, how gently he leaned toward Vivian when she said something.

She watched how attentively he listened, and how naturally he smiled at her—the same kind of smile he used to give her.

She forced her eyes down to her plate so she wouldn’t glare outright.

Just then, Levi dabbed his mouth with a napkin and turned casually toward their father. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Father," he said, "I intend to visit Draven."

Wanda’s grip tightened around her fork.

Reginald hummed approvingly. "Good. It is only proper. His return is important for all of Stormveil."

Levi nodded. "I should show my respect. It has been too long since we last saw each other."

Meanwhile, Wanda could barely contain the sudden spark of excitement rushing through her chest. She forced her face to remain controlled, but her fingers trembled slightly beneath the table.

Before she could open her mouth to slip in the suggestion casually, a small sound pulled her attention sharply to the right.

Vivian coughed, choking as she brought a hand to her chest.

Levi reacted instantly. He dropped his cutlery, leaned forward, and slid a steadying hand behind her back.

"Vivian?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.

She coughed again, harder this time.

Then, Levi reached for her glass of water, lifted it to her lips, and held it while she took a few sips. He even wiped the corner of her mouth gently with his thumb afterwards.

Wanda stared, her jaw locked and her stomach twisting, as the room suddenly felt too warm.

Reginald watched the exchange with approval, even offering a small nod.

Vivian finally caught her breath and leaned into Levi’s shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered softly.

Levi smiled back, brushing her hair behind her ear with a tenderness that made Wanda’s fingers curl into fists under the table.

She swallowed the rising bitterness and forced her expression to remain polite, perfectly composed and elegantly indifferent.

But inside? She was seething.

The next second, she lifted her wine glass and took a slow sip to keep herself from scowling.

Just then, Vivian turned toward Reginald. "I heard from some of the guests that Luna Meredith attended the welcome banquet yesterday. It must have been an important night for Stormveil, having the future King finally return."

Wanda froze just as the wine glass paused halfway to her lips. She had just heard Meredith’s name coming out of Vivian’s mouth—calm, pleasant, almost reverent.

Instantly, heat shot up through her spine.

Vivian, oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, continued lightly, "They said she looked very calm beside Alpha Draven. It seems she has adjusted quite well."

Wanda nearly crushed the stem of her goblet. ’Adjusted? Calm? Meredith?’

Her voice slipped out before she could temper it. "It’s too early to say what she has or hasn’t adjusted to."

Vivian blinked, her brows lifting slightly at Wanda’s sharp tone.

Levi glanced at Wanda knowingly, but he didn’t comment. He had seen this behaviour often enough before—his sister snapping when she was jealous.

On the other hand, Reginald gave Wanda a mild look but returned to his meal, uninterested in petty female rivalry.

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