The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Unearth the Truth

Draven.

I stepped out of the castle, the crisp morning air hitting my face as I walked toward the waiting cars. Three of them, parked in a row, engines running. Jeffery matched my pace beside me, his usual silence comforting in its own way.

"You haven’t gone to see our mate."

Rhovan’s voice echoed in my mind, deep and insistent. I rolled my shoulders, already irritated. "Don’t you have anything better to think about?" I shot back. "And who told you Meredith is our mate?"

"You can deny it all you want," Rhovan growled, "but you can’t change the facts."

I scoffed. "If you have this much time to waste, use it to help me crack the damn murder case in Duskmoor instead of obsessing over a woman."

Rhovan growled again, a low warning.

"Ask about our mate."

"We don’t have a mate."

He huffed in frustration. "Fine. Ask about Meredith."

I clenched my jaw. I didn’t care about Meredith. She wasn’t my problem. Rhovan was just delusional. And yet... the urge to ask Jeffery about her had come too easily. Too naturally. That annoyed me even more.

I glanced at Jeffery. "What’s the update on Meredith?"

Jeffery, always prepared, responded immediately. "The doctor checked on her earlier. He examined the scar on her cheek."

My brows pulled together slightly. "Which doctor?"

"One of your personal physicians," Jeffery replied.

That gave me pause. I didn’t like that, but I also didn’t care since all I was looking out for was results.

We reached the car. A guard stepped forward, opening the back door. "Alpha," he greeted with a nod.

I slid in, and Jeffery followed from the other side, taking the seat beside me. The convoy moved, leaving the castle behind as we headed to the palace.

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Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the palace gates. The sight of the towering golden crest of the werewolf monarchy was as familiar as ever, yet I barely spared it a glance.

The chief of staff was already waiting. "Alpha Draven, Beta Jeffery. Welcome. His Majesty is expecting you."

We followed him inside, our footsteps echoing against polished marble floors. The grandeur of the palace had never impressed me—it was excess wrapped in gold.

In the grand sitting room, the chief of staff offered us drinks. I waved it off. "No need."

I hadn’t come here to relax and I didn’t want to appear comfortable to avoid the King keeping me for longer than usual.

Moments later, the doors opened, and King Alderic walked in.

At sixty, the man still carried an air of dominance. His sharp gaze settled on me, his lips curving into a knowing smile.

Jeffery and I stood. "Your Majesty."

The King nodded, then turned to Jeffery briefly before glancing back at me. And immediately, I took that as a cue to dismiss Jeffery.

Jeffery gave a respectful nod before turning to leave.

Alderic took a seat and gestured for me to do the same. "Draven," he said smoothly. "Congratulations. You have done what no Alpha has dared in centuries—marrying a woman cursed by the Moon Goddess."

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