The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: A Satisfactory Bedroom

Meredith.

Wanda finally stopped halfway through the ground-floor hallway. Without a word, she turned toward a door on the right and began sifting through a thick bunch of keys.

A moment later, she selected one, slipped it into the lock, and twisted. The door clicked open.

I followed Kira and Deidra in, the warm air of the house giving way to pitch blackness—until

Wanda flipped the switch by the wall, and the room came to life.

Light poured across polished floors, soft cream walls, and minimalist décor, giving the space a sleek, almost hotel-like calm. Large furniture pieces—muted in tone but undeniably expensive—were arranged around a center rug.

The bed, framed in matte bronze and flanked by marble nightstands, was massive. Clean lines. Modern luxury. A far cry from the cold prison cell I had expected Wanda to shove me into.

I said nothing, though inwardly, I was stunned. Wanda gave me a real room?

I didn’t know whether to feel lucky or suspicious. Maybe this wasn’t Wanda’s doing. Maybe... someone else had made that decision.

Kira and Deidra were already pulling back the heavy curtains along one wall, letting the glow of outdoor security lights spill into the room.

A glass door led out onto a small private patio. There, green hedges and beds of vibrant flowers offered a secluded escape. The sight alone made my chest loosen.

Kira slid the door open slightly. Cool evening air breezed in, chasing out the room’s warmth.

I was admiring the garden from where I stood when Wanda’s voice sliced through the air behind me.

"Do not go up to the third floor," she said coldly. "You have no business there."

I turned, slow and unbothered, and met her gaze without blinking. "Does Alpha Draven live there?"

Wanda’s lips curled ever so slightly, her eyes narrowing in condescension. "Yes. Is there a problem?"

I gave a short scoff. "No."

But I understood the message loud and clear. It wasn’t just a rule. It was a reminder of where I stood in this whole situation.

The third floor was the Alpha’s domain. I was just the woman with the cursed fate, the wolf-less bride with no voice. A guest in a house where even the furniture probably meant more than I did.

I didn’t care. If Draven and I lived in completely separate universes under the same roof, that suited me just fine.

Wanda turned her gaze to Kira and Deidra next. "Get your mistress ready. Dinner is in less than an hour."

Then back to me, she continued, "Dinner starts at 7:00 p.m. sharp. Breakfast at 8:00 a.m. Everyone must be seated before the Alpha arrives."

Then her stare turned pointed. "If you are late by even a few seconds, then don’t bother coming. Just stay in your room and wait for lunch."

Kira and Deidra gave each other a subtle look, and I couldn’t help but think that Wanda had just made that rule up on the spot. Still, I said nothing.

I had grown up in a household where being late for a meal meant worse than being skipped. So, I wasn’t about to rebel over dinner etiquette. At least not yet.

"Hope I’m clear," Wanda said sharply.

I didn’t bother answering.

"Yes, Miss Fellowes," Kira and Deidra answered in unison.

"Good," Wanda clipped, straightening her back like she had just delivered a royal decree. "You will learn the rest of the rules in due time," she said to me.

And with that, she turned and walked out, leaving the door wide open behind her.

Cora moved swiftly to close it, the slight thud of wood meeting frame feeling more satisfying than it should have.

What exactly did Draven do here in Duskmoor? What business gave him the money to live like this?

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