The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Warm Meals and Small Moments

Third Person POV.

The van rolled smoothly along the forested path, weaving past the shadows of towering evergreens. The early morning light had begun to spill golden streaks through the tinted windows, catching on the faint mist that clung to the lowland borders of Stormveil.

Inside the van, Meredith sat comfortably, her stomach no longer making loud demands. Deidra leaned over from her seat with a warm smile.

"No need to worry, my lady. We packed enough food, snacks, and drinks to last the entire trip."

A quiet sigh escaped her lips—she hadn’t even noticed the tightness in her chest. "Thank the stars. I thought I would have to starve my way to Duskmoor."

Azul, seated at the edge near the aisle, gave a small smile. "You will be served your breakfast now. Since you didn’t get to eat before we left."

Meredith’s eyes brightened slightly as she nodded. "I’m ready."

Deidra reached for one of the insulated travel bags tucked near her feet and unzipped it carefully. From inside, she retrieved a sleek thermos lunch box and passed it to Kira, who had already pulled out the hidden tray table folded neatly into Meredith’s seat.

Meredith blinked in mild surprise. She murmured about how the van keeps getting better while running her fingers over the smooth, polished surface of the wooden table.

With practiced hands, Kira unclipped the lunch box and lifted its compartments, revealing the dishes: warm congee, a clear chicken broth, soft-boiled rice with sweet corn, and a cup of fragrant lemon tea still steaming in its insulated flask.

The aroma wafted upward and filled the space with a comforting scent. Meredith’s lips curved into a soft smile. There was nothing extravagant about the meal, but it felt thoughtful. Personal.

Then Kira added gently, "Azul told us you don’t do well with spicy food this early. And you can’t eat too much on long-distance travel for the first meal either, especially not to unfamiliar places. That’s why we kept the portions light and the flavours mild."

Meredith turned her gaze to Azul, startled but touched by the small details still embedded in her memory. "You still remember things like this?"

Azul gave a small, almost shy nod. "You were the last person I served before... everything. It’s not something I would easily forget."

A beat passed between them. Meredith nodded once, quietly moved. "Thank you."

"My lady, you should eat before the food gets cold," Deidra chimed in, breaking the softness before it grew too heavy.

Meredith picked up her spoon and began to eat.

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Back in the Maybach, Wanda leaned forward slightly, the folder closed now and replaced by her phone. She tapped on the screen and held it out toward Draven.

"I compiled this last night," she said. "News footage from Duskmoor about the organ trafficking incidents. Both recent and older ones."

Draven took the phone wordlessly and began to watch. The screen flickered with somber news anchors, grim body counts, blurred images of hospitals, sirens, and protest banners. Three minutes ticked by before he handed the phone back, brows drawn low.

"Well?" Wanda prompted.

"The black market’s gotten bolder," Draven replied, his voice low but laced with simmering focus. "Heart, kidney, lung transplants—they’re in high demand. Too many patients. Too few donors."

Wanda tilted her head. "Maybe they want to try werewolf hearts now," she said with a trace of bitterness in her tone.

Her words weren’t meant to be a joke, but Draven’s jaw tensed all the same.

"If the deaths of our people are linked to Duskmoor’s organ trade," he said flatly, "then I will make sure their business burns." And he meant every word.

Jeffery, who had remained quiet in the front seat, checked his watch when Draven asked how close they were.

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