The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Wanda’s Horrible Presence

Meredith.

There was something deeply wrong with my tongue this morning.

I could barely taste anything on it. It was numb, dull, like it had died in the night and left me with nothing but texture and bitterness. Which, of course, made sense—after all, I had drunk a whole glass of that herbal concoction last night... and another this morning before breakfast.

My stomach was still digesting the betrayal.

Still, the hunger remained. Fierce and unrelenting. Like something inside me had clawed through my dinner and decided it wanted more.

I stepped into the hallway, barely suppressing the hundredth yawn, when I nearly bumped into Dennis.

He grinned. "Perfect timing. I was just coming to find you."

"For what?"

"My noble diplomacy succeeded. Your swim lessons with my brother have officially moved to the morning," he announced, wiggling his brows.

A smile pulled at the corners of my lips, relief washing through me. "Really?" I didn’t think Draven would easily agree to it.

For a fact, I thought he would be up for an option that would frustrate me. But I guess I was wrong.

Maybe he’s no longer petty?

Dennis gave a mock bow. "You may thank me later by going through our lessons quickly so we can finally go on a ride."

I rolled my eyes and gave a grateful nod before heading for the dining hall, as the thought of driving a car on the express, gave me a moment to forget my hunger.

Breakfast was already underway when I arrived. The savory scent of pepper sauce and fried meat wrapped around my senses. My stomach growled in betrayal—again.

If this kept up, I might actually eat someone, maybe, one of the Oatrun brothers’ whole.

My plate had been set. A large turkey blanket, deep fried and smothered in glistening pepper sauce. I didn’t bother with cutlery—I picked it up with my hands and tore into it like I hadn’t seen food in days.

Every chew felt like salvation.

I was halfway through when I caught it—that weight of someone’s gaze crawling across my skin. I lifted my eyes and met Wanda’s.

Her expression looked like she was watching a beast eat raw meat. Disgust carved across her painted face.

I didn’t care. Let her look. Let her chew on it. And if she can’t endure it in the end, she could go slam her head on a pillar.

From beside me, Dennis chuckled under his breath. "You might want to slow down before you inhale the plate."

I tore a piece of meat off the bone and glanced at him. "Why? Is the plate edible too?"

And then, I made the mistake of glancing up again—this time catching Draven watching me with an unreadable expression. One brow was slightly raised, his lips neutral, but I could see the question simmering behind those eyes.

He must be wondering if I was possessed, a word he used once on me and I had refused to let go of it.

He looked away.

Whatever.

I took the last bite, chewed, swallowed. The hunger didn’t leave.

I wiped my fingers on a napkin and raised my hand slightly. "Can I have another one?"

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