The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Reginald Fellowes

Third Person’s POV.

Wanda’s heels clicked softly against the polished stone floors as she made her way back to her quarters, her mind simmering with frustration.

Draven had dismissed her.

Again.

She had expected resistance—Draven never entertained idle talk—but the way he had so effortlessly ended their conversation left a sour taste in her mouth.

She had wanted answers, clarity, anything to make sense of why he had chosen that woman and what he planned to do with her. Instead, she had been brushed aside like an afterthought.

She inhaled deeply through her nose, willing herself to remain composed.

Lately, she felt like she was always grasping at shadows when it came to Draven. He was becoming harder to predict, and she despised not knowing his plans.

She had spent years by his side, aiding him, supporting him, believing in his vision. And now, he was keeping secrets from her?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she spotted a maidservant standing outside her room.

The woman straightened immediately and dipped into a polite bow. "Miss Fellowes."

Wanda stopped a few feet away, barely acknowledging the servant’s presence.

"Your father is inside," the maid informed her, her voice cautious. "He has been waiting for over five minutes."

Wanda’s fingers curled slightly. A sliver of tension ran down her spine.

Of course, he was here. Why wouldn’t he?

Shutting her eyes briefly, she inhaled deeply, then exhaled in a slow, controlled breath before opening them again. She schooled her features, smoothing away any hint of irritation before finally giving a small nod.

The maid opened the door, stepping aside respectfully. Wanda walked in, her posture straight, a practiced, pleasant smile curving her lips.

Inside, her father, Reginald Fellowes, sat in the single chair near the fireplace. His legs were crossed, his hands resting over his knee. The flickering fire cast sharp shadows across his already severe features.

His piercing gaze lifted to her the moment she entered. His voice was clipped. "Took you long enough."

Wanda’s smile didn’t falter, but inwardly, she clenched her jaw.

"I didn’t know you would be waiting for me, Father." She greeted him with a respectful nod before stepping further inside.

A short silence followed.

Then, without preamble, Reginald asked, "Do you have any idea why Draven picked that useless nobody to be his wife? Why would he disgrace himself, his clan, and our entire kind by marrying her?"

Wanda remained silent for a beat, carefully choosing her words.

Reginald leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes never leaving her. "I want you to sound him out. Find out his reasons and report to me."

Wanda hesitated briefly before answering. "Draven is... tight-lipped about it."

Reginald’s expression darkened. "Then find a way to loosen his tongue."

She hated when he spoke to her like that, as if her years beside Draven amounted to nothing. But she held her composure.

Reginald leaned back, scrutinizing her. "Does he like her?" he asked after a moment. "I saw how he defended her at the banquet. And he did not punish her after she disgraced him in front of the Elders. Is he taken with her?"

A bitter scoff nearly escaped Wanda’s lips, but she suppressed it.

"No," she said firmly. "I know Draven. He would never fall for someone like her. A cursed, wolfless woman? She isn’t his type. He would never stoop so low because of love."

Reginald raised an eyebrow. "Then why didn’t he marry you?"

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