The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: A Reminder to Everyone

Chapter NINETEEN: A Reminder to Everyone

Meredith’s POV.

The warm water slid over my skin, washing away the lingering drowsiness and frustration from my morning. The two maidservants moved around me with practiced precision, their touch light as they helped me bathe.

I should have been grateful, I supposed. After all, they were only doing what they were told.

But I couldn’t ignore the way their gazes kept flickering—hesitating—toward the mark on my shoulder.

The crescent moon.

Even without looking, I could feel the weight of their curiosity, the silent questions they didn’t dare voice. It wasn’t their fault. The mark was impossible to miss, standing out starkly against my pale skin, a dark reminder of what I was. Cursed and wolfless.

Or rather, what I wasn’t.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to stay still, but inside, my stomach twisted. The water did little to soothe the deep-seated ache that came with being seen like this. Exposed. Judged.

No one ever saw my skin—not since the mark appeared. I kept myself covered, hidden. But here, under the careful hands of the servants, there was no hiding. And the occasional glance, the brief flicker of pity or uncertainty in their eyes, made me feel stripped bare in a way that had nothing to do with the bathwater.

By the time they wrapped me in a towel and began dressing me, I was eager for it to be over. But then, I noticed the gown they had chosen.

It was one of the few dresses I had brought from Moonstone—a simple lavender gown with a flowing skirt and delicate embroidery. It was meant for outings, not for staying indoors.

I frowned. "This dress is for—"

"For what, my lady?" Madame Beatrice’s voice cut in before I could finish. I turned to see her standing near the vanity, arms folded neatly in front of her.

"For staying in," I finished. "I have simpler dresses for indoors."

Madame Beatrice lifted a single brow, unimpressed. "The other dresses you brought with you are unbefitting of an Alpha’s wife. Even as indoor wear."

My face heated at the implication.

"We will discard them," she continued smoothly.

A pang of embarrassment shot through me. "But I don’t have many clothes to begin with."

Madame Beatrice didn’t look the least bit concerned. "The tailors are already making new outfits for you. They will be delivered by evening."

That didn’t make me feel any better. All the clothes I had now were hand-me-downs from Monique and Mabel—worn-out, faded, but mine. My father had stopped giving me an allowance long ago, and without money, I had no choice but to rely on my sisters’ cast-offs.

Even if the clothes weren’t good enough for an Alpha’s wife, they were all I had. But arguing with Madame Beatrice was pointless.

I took a slow breath, swallowing my pride. "Fine."

Madame Beatrice gave a small nod, as if she had expected nothing less. Then, with the same composed tone, she added, "Your maidservants will also begin packing your belongings. We leave for Duskmoor in the morning."

I blinked. "What?"

The announcement hit me like a slap.

Madame Beatrice regarded me coolly. "That is Alpha Draven’s order."

Of course it was.

Of course, he hadn’t thought to tell me himself. Instead, I had to find out through his attendants, as if I were just another task to be managed.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I was quickly learning to expect the unexpected from Draven. But somewhere in my head, I was tempted to refuse his arrangement.

And speaking of Duskmoor, I had heard of it, of its towering skyscrapers, its advanced technology—the very heart of the city. But I had never been there.

I had never even left Stormveil Packlands before.

A strange mix of apprehension and curiosity stirred inside me. Would I even have the chance to explore? Or would I simply be caged in another unfamiliar place?

I was still lost in thought when a maidservant guided me to sit before the mirror. She began working oil through my long silver hair, fingers gentle as she braided it into a neat ponytail.

She added purple hairpins, the colour matching my eyes. freewebnovel-cσ๓

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