The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Granting Xamira’s Freedom

Meredith.

Dinner had just begun by the time I arrived at the grand dining hall.

Everyone was already there—Dennis and Jeffery deep in quiet conversation, Wanda all smiles and polished charm, and Draven, seated at the head of the table, dark-eyed and unreadable.

I caught his gaze for a split second and gave him a simple nod. He didn’t smile or speak. He just inclined his head slightly in return, which was enough.

I moved to his right side, pulled the chair back, and sat down. My body eased into the familiar leather.

Dinner commenced shortly after. The servants shifted with graceful precision, laying down bowls and plates and goblets on the table.

A tray of lamb stew in bone broth was placed before me, alongside garlic mashed potatoes and a platter of roasted root vegetables.

I picked up my spoon, stirred the stew gently, but couldn’t bring myself to take a bite.

Instead, my mind drifted back to Xamira.

That little girl was sitting upstairs right now, eating alone in her room, her cries still echoing faintly in my memory.

I could practically hear her calling for Draven, and I hated the image that stirred inside me—a child reaching out for affection, for company, and receiving silence instead.

I understood loneliness. Too well.

I shot a glance across the table.

And there sat the very reason that child had been exiled from the dining hall.

Wanda.

With her soft smile and hands folded neatly beside her plate, she looked like the perfect portrait of refinement. A lie in silk.

I wanted to throw my wine in her face.

How could someone be so vile, so effortlessly cruel, and yet act like she had a clean conscience?

She had instigated Xamira to push me—and had walked away before the mess.

She had let the child bear the full weight of the punishment. And now, she sat here, well-fed and smug, while Xamira ate behind a closed door upstairs, thinking no one cared.

If it were up to me, that injustice would end tonight.

"Jeffery," I heard Draven’s deep voice break the heavy silence. I turned my head to listen.

"Yes, Alpha," Jeffery replied as he dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. "I will be heading into town tomorrow. The fake investigative committee is holding another meeting, and I plan to observe. After that, I will take a look around. Might be signs of movement."

Draven gave a curt nod. "Be careful. They’re likely planning something more aggressive soon."

"I will go with him to take a look around," Dennis chimed in without missing a beat. "Two sets of eyes are better than one. And who knows, we may catch something."

Another approving nod from Draven. "Good. Watch the outskirts of the West District. And don’t forget: Don’t engage unless provoked."

"Understood."

Their voices melted back into quiet conversation, but my heart was still thudding for another reason.

I took a slow bite of my stew and chewed in silence, casting another glance toward Wanda. She chipped a few words into the conversation.

This woman was just rotten to the core.

But tonight, I would fix one thing—at least for Xamira.

As I continued eating, my mind was already drafting how best to bring it up with Draven.

After all, now that we were no longer at odds, I could push for what I knew was right for the little girl’s sake.

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After dinner, as everyone slowly began to rise from their seats, I caught Draven’s gaze. I didn’t hesitate and calmly stepped toward him.

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