The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 582

Chapter 582: The Rest of the Story (I)

[Meredith].

Xamira’s fingers tightened.

"I have a mission for you," I said to her.

She didn’t hesitate. She simply nodded and straightened, her posture attentive, and her eyes fixed on me as if waiting for a command she had already accepted.

"Tell me, my lady," she said quietly.

I studied her for a moment, then asked, "You can turn into anything, correct?"

"Yes," she replied at once. "As long as I’ve seen it before—an object, an animal, a person. I can take their appearance."

"And how long can you remain that way?"

She thought for a second before answering. "If it’s a living thing, there’s no limit. I can stay as long as I want. But if it’s an object..." Her lips pressed together slightly. "Three days at a stretch. After that, I have to change back."

I nodded, deeply satisfied. That was more than enough.

"I will be visiting my mother-in-law this evening," I said evenly. "I plan to pick flowers for her. But I don’t trust the caregiver in charge of her meals and belongings."

Xamira nodded again.

"I need my own vase," I continued. "One that doesn’t leave their sight."

It took Xamira a heartbeat to piece it together. Then understanding flickered in her eyes.

Her voice was steady when she answered, "I understand."

"Come find me in my workstation by five this evening," I said. "Be ready."

"Yes, Luna."

I didn’t linger. I left her room and went straight to my workstation.

The familiar scent of herbs greeted me. I worked quickly, portioning the remaining tea batches into single-use bags, sealing and labelling them with practised efficiency.

When I was done, I returned to my bedroom.

Draven was still on the balcony, staring out over the estate, unmoving. I could feel the weight of his thoughts even without touching the bond, so I didn’t bother interrupting him. Instead, I busied myself and waited.

At exactly five, I went back to my workstation.

Xamira was already there, standing quietly beside one of the tables. She looked up the moment I walked in. Her nanny hovered nearby.

"Leave us," I told the nanny.

As soon as the door shut behind her, I poured a bowl of the prepared medicine and handed it to Xamira.

"Drink."

She obeyed immediately, draining it without question and returning the empty bowl.

"This antidote will keep you alive for three days," I said evenly. "So don’t panic."

"Thank you, Luna," she replied, bowing her head.

"Come," I said. "We need flowers."

Together, we went to the back garden to pick the flowers—simple, elegant blooms. When we returned, I sent Deidra to fetch a medium-sized vase. As soon as she delivered it, I dismissed her. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Once the door closed, I checked the corridor to make sure no one was coming before turning to Xamira.

"Transform exactly into this vase," I instructed.

’Perfect!’

My heart did a quick flip, but my voice remained steady. "I’m still looking for her."

Immediately, I turned back to the caregiver. "Please bring a plate and serve the pastries."

"Yes, Luna."

As she picked up the teas, she paused, smiling appreciatively. "The packaging is so intentional. And they smell wonderful."

I inclined my head slightly. "I’m glad you like it."

She bowed one more time before leaving. The door shut behind her, and the room fell quiet.

I turned back to Rosalie. "Mother," I said deliberately as I took out my phone and started recording. "I’m here to hear the rest of your story."

Her eyes flickered just for a second as surprise crossed her face before she masked it. I didn’t give her time to speak.

"We don’t have time," I continued calmly. "Your caregiver will return soon. If you have anything important to tell me, tell me now. If there are any questions you have for me, save them for another opportunity."

I paused, ensuring she understood. Then I asked, without hesitation, "How did you first meet Randall Oatrun?"

I inclined my head slightly, urging her on without interrupting.

Rosalie’s fingers tightened together in her lap as she began to speak. "I was cast away," she said softly. "After my mate died."

Her voice didn’t tremble, but there was an old, hollow ache beneath it.

"I had no standing anymore. No power. No protection. I was a vampire with a five years old child and no clan willing to shelter us. To them, I was a burden. Weak. Used goods."

My chest tightened.

Then, she lifted her gaze, eyes distant, as if the forest still stood before her.