The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: The Conversation was Over

Third Person’s POV.

Wanda sat in the comfort of her lavish bedroom in Oatrun Castle, a plate of neatly sliced apples resting on the table before her.

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the intricate gold embroidery on her silk robe as she picked up another slice, biting into it with deliberate ease.

Just as she was savouring the crisp sweetness, the servant she had sent for entered, bowing deeply.

"Miss Fellowes," the servant greeted respectfully.

Wanda chewed slowly, her lips curving slightly in amusement as she uncrossed her legs. "Lift your head."

The servant obeyed immediately, eyes trained on the ground.

Wanda wasted no time. "Did the Alpha and his new wife spend the night together?" she inquired in a deliberate, carefree tone.

A flicker of hesitation crossed the servant’s face before she answered. "No, Miss. The Alpha spent the night alone in his private quarters."

A surge of satisfaction swelled in Wanda’s chest, though she kept her expression perfectly neutral.

’So, Draven hadn’t even touched her.’

The knowledge pleased her immensely. It was proof of what she had believed all along—Draven didn’t want Meredith. And he didn’t see her in a good light.

Still keeping her tone even, she asked, "And where is she staying?"

"Lady Meredith is still residing in the guest quarters, Miss."

Wanda’s fingers lightly traced the edge of the plate as she smiled inwardly.

’So, he also hadn’t even given her proper chambers?’

Draven’s actions—or rather, his lack of action—set her heart at ease.

Dismissing the servant with a small nod, Wanda slipped the rest of the apple slice into her mouth.

A few minutes later, still in a noticeably good mood, Wanda left her chambers. Her destination was clear—she was going to find Draven.

But before she could take another step along the hallway, she nearly collided with Jeffery.

"Jeffery," she greeted, skipping the formal ’Beta’ title as always.

Jeffery halted in his steps, his expression unreadable, his posture straight. He didn’t return her greeting, nor did he acknowledge her presence beyond stopping to let her speak.

Wanda, unfazed, asked, "Where’s Draven?"

His response was calm but firm. "Alpha Draven is in his study."

She noticed how he emphasized ’Alpha,’ a silent reminder that she should address Draven properly—especially in front of others.

But she had long since stopped paying attention to these corrections. Or perhaps she had chosen to ignore them entirely.

Wanda’s tone remained casual. "Since we are all leaving for Duskmoor tomorrow, has the Alpha made arrangements for his new wife? How will she cope here alone in this big castle?"

Jeffery’s expression didn’t shift. "The Alpha’s wife will be coming with us."

The words struck Wanda like a slap. Her smile disappeared, and for the first time in their conversation, her composure cracked. "She’s coming along?"

Jeffery didn’t give her the satisfaction of lingering on the topic. "If you will excuse me." With that, he stepped past her, moving down the hall without another word.

Wanda clenched her fists at her sides. ’How could Draven bring that cursed, useless woman to Duskmoor?’

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