The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Dennis Oatrun

Draven.

The gates parted before the black car, and as the engine stilled in the courtyard, a warrior opened the door with a respectful nod.

"Welcome back, Alpha," he said, then added, "Your brother arrived earlier. He is inside."

I stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt. "Good." I didn’t think he would arrive before my return.

Jeffery rounded the car just in time to hear it. "Should I send for him?"

Before I could reply, my phone buzzed in my inner jacket pocket. I slid it out and glanced at the screen. Mr. Oatrun displayed clearly on it.

I turned the screen toward Jeffery. "This is going to take a while."

He nodded in understanding.

"I will see him after dinner," I added.

"I will inform him," Jeffery said, falling into step beside me as we entered the house.

I swiped the screen to answer. "Good evening, Father."

I took the stairs two at a time, my voice calm but steady as I greeted him. The familiar scent of my quarters—mint, honey, and a trace of cinnamon—greeted me as I entered the master suite.

"How did the meeting go with the Mayor?" my father asked without preamble.

I slipped off my jacket and draped it across the armrest of the couch. "Brackham was composed as always. Apologetic. He admitted there were human victims too—he is launching an investigation and expects us to stay put until he gives us a proper explanation."

"And you believed him?" came the low growl across the line.

"I didn’t say that."

"Draven, they are toying with our truce," he snapped. "They wouldn’t dare this if they valued the weight of our alliance."

"I know," I said. "That’s why I will continue the investigation on our end. Quietly. If they are hiding anything, we will know before they can burn the evidence."

A beat passed. Then, with a grunt of approval, he said, "Good. Secure everything. Information, trails, witnesses. If you need backup, say so. I will send our best from the royal packs."

"I will keep that in mind."

He paused again. "What of Dennis?"

"Haven’t seen him yet," I said. "But we will talk after dinner."

There was a hum of satisfaction from the other end.

"I will relay my report to King Alderic on today’s meeting with the Mayor."

"No need," he said quickly. "I will speak to Alderic myself. You focus on the ground."

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. "Thank you, Father. Have a good night."

Then I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed.

I sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled off my shoes, the fine leather groaning under pressure. A few moments later, I stripped and stepped into the cold shower, the water hitting my skin with a hiss.

The day had been long. Too long to dwell on unimportant matters.

By the time I dried off and dressed again, the evening had sunk into deep amber light.

I headed downstairs and entered my home office, settling behind the desk. The leather chair groaned under my weight as I pulled a stack of files toward me.

I had only gotten through two pages when there was a soft knock.

"Enter."

Wanda stepped in, wearing her usual polite smile. "I heard you were back."

I gave a small nod.

"And I hope we don’t have to remind them," I said. That would mean war. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

But I didn’t respond. My thoughts had already moved elsewhere. Meredith.

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