The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176: The Front Man

Draven.

A soft knock at my door dragged my thoughts away from everything about the call with Brackham and the upcoming war that cannot be ignored.

"Come in," I called, my voice low.

Dennis and Jeffery entered, quiet but deliberate, the door clicking shut behind them. Both took the chairs in front of my desk—Dennis slouching a little, as always, Jeffery straight-backed, eyes attentive.

I studied them for a heartbeat, then leaned forward. "Reports?"

Dennis spoke first, jaw tight. "About the secret lab—we’ve combed every public hospital, private facility, even the small clinics in the inner and outer city. Nothing. Absolutely nothing shady. If the lab exists, it isn’t in any of those places."

A heavy silence settled between us. I didn’t like that answer—not one bit—but Dennis continued before I could speak.

"Our conclusion," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "is that it’s underground. Literally. Somewhere hidden, off the books."

Jeffery nodded, expression grim. "That’s why we’ve found nothing, Alpha. No records, no rumours among staff, nothing. It would explain why it’s been so hard to trace."

My fingers drummed once on the polished wood. "We have underestimated them," I admitted, voice low. "They’re smarter than we thought. Much smarter."

My thoughts, however, weren’t only on the hidden lab. Brackham’s voice still echoed in my head—the smug certainty that spoke of a man who knew far more than he ever admitted. The man ordering my people to be stolen like livestock.

Jeffery’s gaze sharpened. "Running it underground means they’re hiding something worse than we even guessed."

"I don’t doubt it," I muttered. "And if it’s underground, it likely isn’t somewhere with easy access. Not in the heart of the city."

Dennis nodded quickly. "Probably in an abandoned place. An old facility, somewhere no one would bother to look."

I pointed at him, leaning back slightly. "Exactly. That’s my thinking, too."

They waited. I could feel it—the unspoken question of what I’d ask them next.

"I want a curated list," I said finally. "Every abandoned building, structure, old facility—anything with underground sections. Both those still standing and those that have fallen into ruin."

Dennis winced slightly. "That... won’t be easy. Only the Duskmoor government would have full access to a list like that. And they sure as hell won’t share it with outsiders."

I met his eyes, my voice cold and unyielding. "Then steal it."

My gaze shifted to Jeffery. "And this task is yours. You’re already working closely with them in the fake investigation team. Find a way in. Quietly."

Jeffery didn’t flinch. He gave a single nod. "Understood, Alpha."

"Good." I let out a controlled breath. "Once you have that list, you and Dennis go through it. I don’t care how hidden it is—don’t miss anything."

They both nodded, determination settling over them like iron.

"And be careful," I added. The words came out softer than I intended, but neither missed them.

A brief silence passed, then I told them that I had spoken with Brackham over the phone a few minutes ago.

Dennis asked, almost dryly, "Did he come begging again today, and giving his usual incompetent excuses?"

I gave a humourless huff. "Close enough."

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