The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: First Enjoyable Dinner

Meredith.

Dinner was quiet.

Too quiet.

I sat in my usual seat at the long dining table, watching the subtle rise and fall of steam from my oxtail and butter bean stew. The aroma alone was heavenly—rich, savoury, layered with spices, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the atmosphere.

Wanda sat across from me at the table, oddly silent. Her posture was stiff, her gaze lowered, and she chewed with mechanical precision, as though her mind was elsewhere.

Not once did she attempt her usual glares or half-hearted insults. Not once did she try to provoke me or look for something to say to Draven.

Something was off.

I glanced sideways at Draven, catching only the hard line of his jaw as he cut into his meat. Calm. Controlled. But too still.

My eyes returned to Wanda. She looked like someone who had been recently scolded.

I don’t know what prompted it—curiosity or boldness—but I asked, softly, "Where’s Xamira?"

My gaze was on no one in particular. But there was one person I hoped would answer me, and it was definitely not Wanda.

Draven paused mid-cut. Then he set down his knife and fork and spoke evenly, "She won’t join us for meals anymore. Not until further notice."

I blinked. "Why not? Did something happen?"

It was later that I would realize that I had had a very short normal conversation with Draven over a meal

Draven’s voice was level, but there was a coldness beneath the surface. "Because someone’s been feeding her lies, and I need to unteach what she’s learned before she turns into someone I don’t recognize."

The words hit harder than I expected.

He added, "From now on, only her nanny will be responsible for her. And no one—and I mean no one—is allowed to interfere with how I raise my daughter."

I lowered my gaze to my plate, but not before catching the way Wanda suddenly picked up her glass and drank all her wine in one go.

Draven didn’t mention her name, but I didn’t need a prophecy to piece the puzzle together.

Wanda had said something to Xamira.

Something twisted enough to change the way that sweet girl saw me.

Something strong enough to make her push me into the pool earlier today.

I clenched my jaw. I had underestimated Wanda again and the lengths she could go to.

Shortly, Wanda finally finished her food. She rose, adjusted her chair, and turned to Draven.

"I will take my leave now. Good night, Alpha."

He didn’t even look at her. "Good night."

She walked out of the dining hall, and I watched her until she disappeared. That’s when I felt it—Draven’s gaze on me. I turned just in time to catch it. He didn’t look away.

I did.

I lowered my head and focused on the stew. The food was incredible—rich and hearty. The meat fell apart in my mouth, and the butter beans were soft and soaked in the broth’s flavours. I kept eating slowly, intentionally.

Two minutes later, Jeffery stood up. "I will go check the patrols, Alpha."

Draven gave a brief nod.

Jeffery bowed slightly and left the hall.

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