The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Horse Riding

(Third Person POV).

Jeffery walked into Draven’s office, a form neatly tucked under his arm.

Draven sat behind his heavy oak desk, scribbling a few notes, but he looked up as Jeffery approached.

"Alpha," Jeffery handed the form over.

Draven leaned back, accepting it. He flipped through the information quickly, noticing Meredith’s neat, deliberate handwriting.

His sharp gaze immediately caught the blank spaces. She had filled everything except the ’Spouse’s Name’ and ’Home Address’ sections.

He understood skipping the address—she wouldn’t know it yet since she had just arrived at Duskmoor.

But leaving out the name?

He tapped the corner of the page against his desk once, thoughtful.

Did she not know his full name? Or did she know it perfectly well—and simply chose to leave it blank just to pass a message to him?

A slow exhale escaped Draven. He would never know Meredith’s true intentions on this matter.

Without hesitation, Draven plucked a black-ink pen from the tray beside him and filled in the missing details himself.

In the ’Spouse Name’ box, he wrote in careful block letters:

Alpha Draven Oatrun.

When he finished, he turned the page and signed twice at the designated places before handing the form back to Jeffery.

"Take care of it," Draven said simply.

Jeffery bowed his head. "As you command, Alpha."

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Meanwhile, upstairs, Wanda entered Xamira’s sunny room and found the little girl sitting cross-legged on the pastel play mat, surrounded by toys.

Wanda’s smile stretched wide. "Good morning, my darling. How are you feeling?"

Xamira beamed up at her, warmth filling her small face. "Good!" she chirped. "But..." Her hands lifted to touch her cheeks gently. "I don’t like how red my face still is."

Wanda’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

She crouched down beside Xamira, her hand half-extended as if to touch the girl’s face, then hesitated, withdrawing her fingers at the last moment. She felt a bit irritated.

But she masked the motion quickly, plastering a sympathetic expression over her features as soon as she realized how obvious her action was.

"That woman almost ruined your beautiful face," Wanda said, voice heavy with fake sorrow. "It breaks my heart to see you like this."

Xamira’s small fingers brushed her cheek again, her expression turning uncertain.

Across the room, Dorothy, the nanny, was busy folding clothes, perhaps far enough away to miss the poisonous whispers.

Wanda leaned closer, her voice lowering sneakily.

"She almost cost you your life, Xamira. And you know what? She hasn’t even come to check on you. Not once. She didn’t even say a word to you during breakfast."

Xamira’s hand fell to her lap. Her gaze dropped to the colourful mat, the happiness draining from her little body.

"Does she... hate me that much?" Xamira asked, her voice tiny.

Wanda hesitated just enough to let the impression sink deep. Then, she carefully changed the subject, smiling brightly.

"Your father and Uncle Dennis are going to ride the horses today! You should come watch them!"

Xamira’s head popped up immediately. "Really?"

"Yes," Wanda said, chuckling softly. "And you must cheer for your father. Otherwise, that woman might beat you to it."

Xamira’s brows furrowed fiercely. She shot to her feet. "I will cheer Daddy! I will be louder than her!"

Wanda laughed lightly and lifted her palm for a high-five.

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