The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Setting Another Record Straight

Draven.

I stood by the doorway to Xamira’s room, watching Dorothy tie her hair into a soft ponytail with a pink ribbon. The child looked calm—too calm.

"Dorothy," I said quietly.

She turned immediately, startled. "Alpha—yes, sir."

"Leave us."

She gave a nervous bow and quickly slipped out of the room, the door clicking softly behind her.

Xamira sat on the edge of her bed, her small fingers fiddling in her lap. Her eyes were cast downward, lashes shadowing her cheeks. She looked nothing like the bright, joyful daughter I had raised.

"Look at me," I said.

Slowly, she raised her head.

"Tell me the truth. Did you push my wife into the pool?"

A moment passed. Two. Then she nodded.

My jaw clenched. I folded my arms across my chest. "Why?"

"I..." She sniffled. "I was just playing."

"You call that playing?"

"I didn’t know she couldn’t swim..."

"But you knew you pushed her. You knew it might scare her. You just didn’t care enough to think past the moment."

She winced and looked away.

A sharp breath escaped me. I pinched the bridge of my nose before stepping toward her.

"Come with me."

She didn’t question me. Just slid off the bed and followed behind in silence.

Xamira’s little feet made the faintest sound behind me as we descended the stairs.

I didn’t say another word to her—not until we reached the first floor.

Her silence wasn’t out of innocence. It was avoidance. And that unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.

We crossed the hallway. At Meredith’s wing, I paused before the door and knocked once.

Azul answered. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw me... and the child behind me.

"Is she awake?" I asked.

Azul shook her head. "Still resting, Alpha. But we have applied the balm and oils. Deidra went to get the warm milk from the kitchen."

I gave a small nod and pushed the door open.

Xamira followed me inside.

The room was quiet and warm. The air smelled faintly of mint oil and the sweet vanilla fragrance Meredith often wore. The curtains were still drawn, and the lighting was dim, golden.

Kira stood by the bed, adjusting the thick duvets around Meredith’s frame. She looked up and bowed when I entered.

Meredith lay bundled on the bed, still pale. Her silver hair, though mostly dried, clung in damp strands to her temple. Her lips had more colour now, but her breathing was shallow. Peaceful... but frail.

I turned to Xamira.

She was already staring at the woman on the bed. Something flickered across her small face. I couldn’t read it.

"Look at her," I said, pointing toward Meredith. My voice was level, but it held weight. "That is what happens when someone nearly dies."

Her gaze snapped to mine.

"You could have killed her, Xamira. Do you understand what that means?"

Tears instantly brimmed in her eyes. She shook her head like she didn’t want to hear it.

"You pushed her into the water... and she doesn’t know how to swim."

"I-I didn’t know," she whispered, her bottom lip trembling.

That same excuse again?

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