The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76: Hatching Another Plan

~**(Third Person)**~

Wanda was the second to leave the dining hall.

The second the heavy doors closed behind her, her composure cracked.

Her heels clacked angrily across the marble as she marched toward the staircase, every step laced with frustration.

She hadn’t said a word when Draven dismissed her. Not even when Meredith had the gall to sit in the room as witness to her humiliation.

Right in front of her.

Draven had belittled her. Cut her down with that cold, clipped voice of his. Told her—bluntly—that she had no authority. No right.

It wasn’t just the words. It was what they meant.

You are not from here.

You don’t belong here.

Only Jeffery and I have a say here.

Her fists curled as she climbed the stairs.

Wanda was unhappy with Draven. He had forgotten their years of friendship and had spoken to her so harshly in front of that cursed woman she wanted to teach a lesson.

She felt that she hadn’t done anything wrong, that Meredith had been the one to vanish without a trace yesterday, making everyone scramble to find her.

To Wanda, Meredith was the one who broke rules, disrespected Draven, spoke out of turn and acted out of character.

And yet—who got scolded?

Not the runaway wife.

Her.

Wanda was the woman who had stood beside Draven for years. The one who had hosted, managed, organized every bloody aspect of his household here in Duskmoor.

She had defended him both in secret and the open.

And now, all of that could be swept aside because of her.

That woman.

"That... bitch!" Wanda cursed through her teeth.

Wanda’s steps slowed as she reached the second floor. She paused at the banister, glancing back toward the hallway behind her.

The scene from the dining hall replayed in her head.

She remembered that Draven hadn’t even looked angry when Meredith arrived late for breakfast.

He had pardoned her and asked her to sit.

He had let her eat as if she hasn’t broken another rule.

A sharp laugh escaped her throat, bitter and low.

"Draven is slipping," she concluded. "He is letting that woman bend him, pull him and make him forget who he was."

Wanda walked along the corridors of the second floor for her bedroom as she reinstated her plans.

Meredith needed to be removed. Quietly. Permanently. But she wouldn’t do it by herself, Not now with Draven who was probably watching her every move after today.

"For now... there are other ways to start a fire and keep it burning," she muttered under her breath as she pushed the door to her bedroom open.

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The afternoon sun was mild, warming the children playroom with golden light that stretched across the rug like spilled paint.

Xamira sat at the low table with her crayons, tongue poked slightly out as she shaded the wing of a butterfly. Wanda sat beside her, legs crossed neatly, holding a children’s reader in her lap.

"And what did the clever fox say to the hunter?" Wanda asked in a sweet, sing-song tone.

Xamira blinked at the page, then replied, "He said, ’You can’t catch me if I hide well enough.’"

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