The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Claiming the Cursed Wolfless Deviant

Draven.

The Lunar Ball was a place for weak men to fight over their mates.

I had no interest in this event. No patience for the petty politics of desperate Alphas trying to shove their daughters into my arms.

But the moment I stepped into the ballroom with my beta and a few other important people, something changed. My wolf snarled violently inside me, forcing me to stop mid-step.

A scent hit me like a drug.

Something wild. Something untamed. Something... Wrong.

The entire room had frozen, every eye locked on the girl at the centre of the spectacle.

She sat there on the floor, her silver-white hair spilling like strands of moonlight, her slender frame stiff with barely contained rage.

Even from across the ballroom, I could see the way her violet eyes burned with unshed tears. And then I saw the scar. A jagged, brutal wound slashed down her left cheek—a wound that should have healed if she were a proper wolf.

My wolf rumbled, unsettled. Then, the whispers reached me.

"Beta Marc rejected her. Right in front of everyone."

"She's cursed. She doesn't have a wolf."

"Then she had the guts to release her wild pheromones. Pathetic!"

My gaze returned to the girl—Meredith Carter. And then I realized something else. Her pheromones, which had been spilling wildly just moments ago—suddenly vanished like someone had flipped a switch.

That shouldn't be possible.

I took another step forward, locking eyes with her. Her breath hitched, and for a split second, something ancient and dangerous clawed at my chest.

Recognition. Possession. Mine.

I ignored it. I ignored the way her scent curled in my lungs, the way my entire body tensed as if preparing for war.

I completely ignored the woman in front of her and focused on the fool standing to her right.

Marc Harris; the future Beta of Moonstone Pack. A man I had no respect for.

He stood there, smirking, his posture relaxed as if he hadn't just humiliated his fated mate in front of a room full of wolves.

I could end him in seconds. I considered it.

Instead, I let my power roll off me in waves as I took steps forward. "What the hell is going on there?"

The laughter immediately died. Wolves lowered their heads, instinctively bowing. And Marc, to his credit, stiffened but didn't kneel.

Brave. But stupid.

I stopped just a few feet away.

Meredith, the cursed girl, stared at me, her hands curled into fists, bracing herself for another attack as she finally got on her feet, wincing in pain. She didn't lower her gaze.

Interesting.

"Marc Harris." My voice was cold, sharp as a blade. "Do you reject her?"

Marc smirked. "I already did, Alpha." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

My wolf snarled.

Wrong answer.

I barely contained the urge to crush the bastard's throat between my fingers. Instead, I turned back to Meredith. She was now standing tall despite everything.

The entire room expected me to turn away. To ignore her like the rest. They were fools.

I saw what they refused to see. The force curled beneath her skin. The rage simmering in her veins.

She wasn't weak. She was caged.

And if there was one thing I knew, it was that caged creatures were the most dangerous. So I made my decision. And I burned the entire ballroom down with my next words.

"Then I will take her."

Silence.

Absolute, stunned silence.

Meredith's breath caught. Marc blinked, his smirk dropping. "What?"

I barely spared him a glance. "You rejected her," I said simply. "She belonged to no one, which means she belongs to me now."

A gasp rippled through the crowd.

I stepped closer to Meredith, watching her body go rigid. I expected fear, but I got fire. Her violet eyes blazed with defiance.

For the first time in years, I felt the corner of my mouth twitch in amusement. 'Oh, little wolf, you have no idea what you are.'

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