The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: The Rift Between Dennis and Wanda

Draven.

"Let your mistress know I never stopped her from seeing Xamira," I said, glancing toward Kira with a firm but steady tone. "She is free to visit the child whenever she wants. Let everything that happened... stay in the past."

Kira bowed immediately. "Yes, Alpha. I will inform her."

Then she turned and quietly excused herself from the dining room.

I picked up my cutlery again, my fingers just settling on the silverware, when a familiar voice echoed through the hall.

"Brother!"

I didn’t have to look to know who it was. There was only one person with that kind of voice and energy.

I lifted my eyes to see Dennis grinning from ear to ear, striding up to the table with the ease of a man who didn’t know tension if it slapped him across the face.

We clasped arms, and he leaned in briefly for a brotherly embrace.

"Took you long enough to join us for dinner," I said.

Dennis chuckled. "Had to clean up after someone," he teased lightly. Then he turned to Jeffery and greeted him with a solid handshake.

After that, he scanned the table and—unsurprisingly—pulled out the chair closest to my right.

The same seat Meredith had refused.

Dennis sank into the chair with a pleased sigh right next to Jeffery.

"Where is your wife?" he asked, glancing around the table and already reaching for the cutlery. "She’s not here?"

"She has a headache," I replied as I speared a piece of grilled lamb and brought it to my mouth.

Dennis smirked. "Let me guess. You said something stupid, and now she is punishing you with absence?"

My hand paused slightly above my plate. I lowered my fork. "What makes you think that?"

My brother does have interesting theories and likes throwing them around whenever he pleases.

Dennis gave a lazy shrug and looked away. "Just a guess." Then he stared at the meat on his plate as if it were a gift from the heavens. "Where do I even start..."

Two bites later, he spoke again, mouth still half-full. "So, I heard the woman you married doesn’t have a wolf. Something about a curse from the Moon Goddess. Is that true?"

I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I stared at him, watching how he casually chewed the meat as if he hadn’t just repeated the most infamous rumour from Stormveil.

"It seems the gossips of Stormveil made it all the way to Duskmoor, and straight into your ears," I said, eyes narrowing.

Dennis grinned without shame. "News travels to me at the speed of light, brother. Don’t forget that."

He was enjoying this too much. I pointed my fork at him. "Don’t just eat the meat. Eat your vegetables."

"I’m not a vegetarian," he muttered and popped another bite in.

He paused only to say, "I was looking forward to a horse ride today. Jeffery said you had a call from Father, so..." He trailed off.

"We will ride tomorrow," I replied. "I needed to brief him on the meeting with Brackham."

Dennis scoffed. "How did Brackham even manage to say those useless words to your face without choking on them? Do they think we are blind? I say the humans are tired of the truce."

I set my fork down. "We will talk politics after dinner."

I reached for the glass of water beside me and gulped the whole thing. Then I set the empty glass down, but before the server could move, Dennis grabbed the jug and filled it for me.

I gave a low hum. "Thanks."

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