The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186: Her Face Into My Plate

Meredith.

Draven was the first to finish eating.

The soft clatter of his cutlery hitting the empty plate seemed to draw all eyes in the room, though he didn’t rush.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin, folded it, and turned slightly, his gaze settling on me.

"Your training has been postponed till evening," he said, his voice calm and composed.

I blinked. I was completely surprised by the change of schedule, but I simply nodded. "Alright."

Without another word, he rose from the table and left the hall, boots quiet against the stone floor.

Jeffery stood too and followed him, ever the silent shadow.

Dennis leaned in a little toward me, his eyes darting briefly to the far side of the table, towards Wanda. I caught the small furrow between his brows before he looked back at me.

It was as if he was afraid to leave me alone with Wanda, but I wasn’t even bothered.

"I’ve got a few errands this morning," he said, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "But I will come to watch your training later."

Then, with a slow grin, he added, "Impress me."

I rolled my eyes with a smile as he walked away.

And then, there was just two of us left.

Wanda and I sat alone at the long table, save for the quiet servants lining the walls like statues, waiting to serve if needed.

The silence didn’t bother me.

I reached for the roasted chicken on my plate, grabbed it by the bone, and tore off a juicy piece with my teeth.

If Wanda thought I would shrink under her stare, then she clearly hadn’t been paying attention.

I felt Wanda’s eyes burning into my skull, but I didn’t return the look. Instead, I kept chewing, savouring the food and my growing dominance.

She cracked first, obviously unable to hold back whatever emotions were driving her crazy.

"Is your head swelling already?" she scoffed. Her voice was bitter, sharp. "Because Draven introduced you as his wife last night? You really think a little respect from strangers makes you important?"

I didn’t answer.

I dragged another piece of meat off the bone and licked the corner of my lips, watching her rage rise.

"You are delusional," she spat. "This seating arrangement—his little public performance? It changes nothing."

I kept chewing—more slowly this time around.

"You are still cursed. Still wolfless. And Draven? He’s just wasting his time training you. You will always be nothing, never amounting to anything."

I swallowed, calmly, and offered a sweet, sarcastic smile. "Thanks for the reminder, Wanda."

Wanda’s mind-provoking statements didn’t move me. Instead, I wondered how crazy she would go when she realizes that I’m no longer wolfless.

Her reaction would definitely be satisfying to watch.

Wanda slammed her hands on the table and leaned towards it in anger from being unable to get a reaction out of me.

A few of the servants flinched. I didn’t.

"You think I’m wrong?" she growled, voice rising. "Without Draven, you’re nothing. The only reason anyone bows in your direction is because of him. You didn’t earn it."

I raised an eyebrow. Still quiet.

"You will never be Queen when he takes the throne," she sneered. "Our people will never accept you."

She was still terrified of anyone discovering the truth. Of them, seeing her little secret: that she was hopelessly in love with her childhood friend—my husband—and had been for who knew how long.

"Now is the perfect time to practice what you’ve been taught for the past few weeks."

My fist came up—crack—a clean punch landed right on the bridge of her nose.

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