The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 211

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Chapter 211: A Weight Off My Shoulders

Draven.

After Meredith left, silence wrapped around the room like a second skin.

I stood at the window, staring into the night beyond the glass, thinking.

Her words played over in my mind, soft but firm, reasonable but laced with disappointment.

I hated how she could always say things that unsettled the parts of me I worked hard to keep buried—the parts that still knew right from wrong, the parts that could be... human.

Well, damn it.

I ran a hand down my face and exhaled sharply. Then I straightened, left my bedroom, and strode toward the second floor. My footsteps were firm, measured—no hesitation.

By the time I reached Xamira’s door, I heard the muffled sniffles from inside.

I didn’t think she would still be crying till now, so I opened the door quietly and stepped in.

Xamira was curled up on the small lounge chair beside her bed, arms wrapped tightly around her little legs, her cheeks puffy, and her eyes red.

The second she saw me, she froze, her tiny body going rigid like she wasn’t sure if she should be afraid—or hopeful.

Her nanny, who had been sitting nearby with a handkerchief in hand, rose instantly and bowed. "Alpha..."

"Leave us," I said quietly.

"Yes, Alpha." She scurried out, the door clicking shut behind her.

I stayed by the door, letting the silence weigh the room down.

Xamira stared at me, lower lip trembling, her small fingers tightening around her knees.

For a long moment, I just looked at her. Then finally, I spoke.

"You’ve been crying."

She quickly wiped her face with the back of her sleeve and gave a stiff little nod.

"Why?" I asked, even though I already knew.

"I..." she sniffed. "I wanted to eat with you."

My jaw clenched. A deep part of me stirred—one I had deliberately silenced for two weeks.

Her voice was small, strained. "I said sorry already... for what I did."

"You did," I said, stepping further into the room. "But sometimes, apologies aren’t enough, Xamira. Not when someone is hurt." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Her eyes brimmed again, but she blinked fast, trying to be strong. I admired that. She had always been a fiery little thing, stubborn—maybe too much like me.

"I only did it because... because I thought your new wife was going to steal you from me," she mumbled. "I thought you would no longer care about me with her next to you."

I stopped in my tracks.

"And who made you think that way?" I asked sharply, pretending not to know a thing.

She hesitated, then whispered, "Ms. Fellowes."

My anger surged, but I pushed it back down where it belonged. "And you believed her?"

She nodded once, and then lowered her gaze.

I let out a low breath and walked over to her slowly, kneeling down to her level.

"I want to make one thing very clear to you," I said, voice even. "You are not to listen to Wanda again. Not about my wife. Not about me. Not about anything. Understood?"