The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203: She Needed Someone

(Third Person).

"I could have had any daughter," Reginald spat. "And I ended up with a coward who can’t even eliminate a girl that’s already on the brink of death."

Wanda’s fingers dug into the fabric of her skirt, her nails threatening to tear through the seams. Still, she said nothing. No matter how hurt she was by her father’s words.

"Listen to me carefully, Wanda," Reginald growled. "I put you there for a reason. And if you’ve failed me, I will not hesitate to clean up the mess myself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Father," she replied quietly.

"What about Draven?" he snapped. "What progress has he made in Duskmoor? What has he been up to, exactly?"

Wanda hesitated, clenching and unclenching her fists. Draven had warned her and the others long ago—sternly—that none of the information about the humans or the brewing tension in Duskmoor was to be shared with anyone, not even the council.

The weight of that warning still sat heavy in her memory. And yet her father was a man whose rage could level her entire world.

It was obvious that she feared her father more than she did Draven. Because, unlike Draven, her father was capable of ending her life in mere seconds without batting an eye, and without considering their blood relationship.

Her father was that cruel.

Swallowing her fear, she silently mouthed an apology to Draven. Then she spoke.

"He’s... he’s been working quietly," she began, voice low. "There’s a suspicion that the humans are experimenting on our kind. There’s a facility—an underground lab hidden somewhere in Duskmoor."

Reginald fell silent. Wanda could practically hear the gears turning in his mind.

"We haven’t found the lab yet," she continued, pushing past the guilt rising in her chest. "But he’s certain it exists. There’ve been too many signs. Disappearances, strange sightings... And there have been at least five confirmed near-abduction incidents. Draven, also called Brackham, threatened him."

The silence on the line was deadly.

Then came Reginald’s voice, low and furious. "And you’re just now telling me this? He hasn’t said a word to the council. Not a whisper. This... this is a threat to the entire werewolf bloodline, and your beloved Alpha is playing cloak-and-dagger in the dark?"

Wanda winced, guilt stabbing through her like a blade.

"He’s not keeping the council in the dark on purpose, Father," she said quickly. "He’s only waiting for tangible proof. Real evidence that can’t be dismissed. He... he wants to be certain before he makes a move. If he acts too soon, the humans could bury everything and retaliate."

Reginald didn’t reply immediately. Wanda could sense the wariness in his breath.

She pressed on, seizing the moment.

"There’s more," she added. "The vampires—they’re real. Draven confirmed it. He plans to capture one of them, and only after that, return to Stormveil to report everything to the elders. That includes the lab, the experiments, the humans... all of it."

The other end of the line crackled faintly, and then Reginald’s disgust rolled through her ear like a wave.

"The only thing you seem to be good at lately," he spat, "is defending that Alpha and explaining away his every mistake. You’d think by now you’d have learned to use that sharp little mind of yours to capture his heart. Or—better yet—get rid of the parasite at his side."

Wanda’s hand clenched into a fist.

"She won’t be queen, Father," she said, voice barely above a whisper but filled with conviction. "I promise you that. I will take her life, no matter how long it takes."

"Don’t wait until he ascends the throne," Reginald snapped. "If she’s still alive by the time Draven wears the crown, you’ve failed. The moment he’s king, she becomes untouchable. And it will become more increasingly difficult to get her. You understand me?"

Wanda’s lungs filled with air, but it barely felt like enough.

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