The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Well Thought-out Plan

Third Person.

Mayor Brackham stormed back into the conference room as the heavy doors closed behind him with a sharp thud.

The senators and advisors who had stayed behind were already waiting, their faces tight with restrained anger.

For a moment, no one spoke. Then Senator Klayne, a lean man with a hawk-like face, broke the silence.

"Well," he said, his voice dripping with disdain, "that was quite the spectacle. I don’t remember inviting an animal to sit at our table and lecture us about morality."

Murmurs of agreement rippled across the room. Another senator slammed his palm against the polished table. "Arrogant beast. Speaking to us like we are beneath him—" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Enough," Brackham snapped, his voice echoing through the room. He paced slowly to his chair, his face a mask of cold calculation rather than fury.

"You think I didn’t notice his tone? His arrogance? The way he flaunted himself in front of us? Believe me, I saw it all."

Senator Rourke, a stocky man with a perpetual sneer, leaned forward. "Then tell us, sir, that you don’t intend to honor that ridiculous request of his. Whatever he is planning to demand later—surely you are not going to grant it?"

Brackham’s lip curled. "Of course not."

The collective exhale of relief that followed filled the room. Shoulders loosened. A few exchanged smirks, confidence slowly returning.

But then, an older senator, sharper, with eyes that always seemed to measure a man’s soul, folded his arms and asked the question everyone was thinking.

"Then what is your plan, Mr. Mayor? The Alpha made you look small today. You need to take back control. The werewolves have grown too comfortable here. What do you intend to do about them—after they drive the vampires out for us?"

Brackham’s eyes darkened. He lowered himself into his seat, folding his hands together on the table.

"I intend," he said slowly, "to ensure they never get the chance to feel comfortable again."

The room quieted.

"I will let him handle the vampires," Brackham continued, voice low and deliberate. "Let him exhaust his pack, shed blood for us, make himself the hero. And when that’s done—when the last vampire has been burned from Duskmoor’s streets—he and his kind will be nothing more than a problem with an expiration date."

Another senator grinned, catching on. "You mean—"

"I mean," Brackham interrupted, his voice like ice, "that once they have served their purpose, we will erase them. Every last one of them."

A few of the senators exchanged glances—hesitant, cautious, yet intrigued.

"But, sir," said one of the advisors nervously, "the Alpha is strong. His warriors—"

"Will be outnumbered," Brackham cut in smoothly. "I already have soldiers in place, our own weaponized men. And soon, soldiers who can match their speed, their strength, even their healing."

There was silence. Then slow, cruel smiles began to appear across the room.

"So," Senator Rourke said, leaning back in satisfaction, "the wolves will finish off the vampires... and then our men will finish off the wolves."

Because no matter how powerful Alpha Draven thought he was, in Brackham’s city, no beast ruled for long.

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