The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Disappointed in His Daughter

(Third Person).

Across the table, Wanda watched it all unfold with barely concealed amusement. She leaned back ever so slightly, her spoon resting lazily between her fingers as she enjoyed the fallout of her earlier handiwork.

’Delicious,’ she mused inwardly. ’This night just keeps getting better.’

But Draven’s attention was far from her.

He was still chewing, but his thoughts were a thousand miles away, replaying every word Meredith had hurled at him that morning. Every line of accusation. Every defiant glare.

The way her voice had cracked with hurt, and yet, she’d stood her ground, as though she hadn’t just been beaten down hours earlier.

She had changed.

And now, even her silence had turned into sharp, deliberate weapons.

There was a time, not long ago, when he used to hate her quietness—the way she never answered his questions, the way she closed herself off. It used to frustrate him endlessly.

He remembered dining with her some nights, throwing biting remarks just to get a reaction out of her, anything to remind her she of her shortcomings.

But now? Now he would have preferred her silence again over her newfound sharp tongue.

The way she had talked back to him earlier still echoed in his skull. The way she accused him of failing as a husband, of betraying her. As if she weren’t the one who had hidden a life-altering truth from him.

As if she weren’t the one who had let him look like a fool, believing she was still wolfless when she had already been bonded with a wolf for two whole months.

Draven’s jaw tightened. His left hand curled into a slow, deliberate fist under the table.

He’d been patient. Too patient. With anyone else, that kind of betrayal would have earned punishment, not a conversation. But with Meredith... he had gone soft.

’Stubborn little wolf, ’ he thought bitterly.

And still, even as the irritation coiled tight inside his chest, a voice in the back of his mind whispered that it was no one’s fault but his own.

He’d known exactly what kind of woman Meredith was before marrying her—sharp, unyielding, impulsive.

She had no fear of him. None. She spoke to him like he wasn’t Alpha. Like he wasn’t even a man to be respected. And yet, he had claimed her as his wife, thinking—what?

That he could change her? That she would one day bow to his authority?

No.

This mess was his to own.

And as the silence returned to the table, thick and suffocating, Draven could feel a storm brewing.

Wanda gloated with satisfaction.

And Meredith?

She was long gone, but not out of reach and definitely not out of mind.

But she had made sure to leave a mark before walking away. And she had succeeded.

--- 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

After dinner, Wanda left the hall with a slight sway to her hips and a deep sense of satisfaction coiled in her chest.

Her lips curled into a subtle smile as she walked down the corridor, her thoughts spinning faster than her steps.

’Just one more crack in the glass,’ she mused, ’and the whole thing will shatter.’

Meredith and Draven’s strained silence had been more gratifying than the bruises she’d left on Meredith’s body.

Watching the couple ignore each other all night had been the highlight of Wanda’s evening. And she wasn’t done—not by a long shot.

FATHER.

’\Why is he calling now? She wasn’t due for another report until the following week.

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