The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379: The King is Sick

(Third Person).

Wanda stood before the mirror, tilting her chin slightly as her reflection stared back at her, polished, poised, and perfect, just as she had always been trained to be.

The white dress she wore stopped neatly at her knees, its fabric smooth against her skin. But even in its elegance, it did nothing to hide the faint tension in her eyes.

With a sigh, she reached for the ivory blazer draped across the chair and set it lightly over her shoulders. Then, she grabbed her handbag, her phone, and walked toward the door, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

As she descended the grand staircase, sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the golden curls framing her face.

She unlocked her phone with a practiced swipe, scrolling through her contacts until she found the name she had avoided for weeks, and had been trying to reach since morning, Draven.

Her thumb hovered over it for a moment.

It had been quite some weeks since he had sent her away with just the cold weight of banishment and humiliation.

Once, she had been someone important beside him. People had whispered her name with admiration, envy even. Now, they had already forgotten her glory.

Her jaw clenched at the thought.

Since returning to Stormveil, she had locked herself within her father’s estate, unable to face the eyes and whispers she knew awaited beyond the gates.

But the silence was beginning to choke her. And no matter how much she told herself that she hated Draven for what he did to her—the embarrassment and the distance, the truth was far simpler, and far more painful.

She missed him. Terribly.

Taking a breath, Wanda pressed Call.

The line rang as she reached the sitting area and sank gracefully into the sofa, crossing one leg over the other.

Her gaze fell absently on the sunlight filtering through the curtains, but her mind was far away, imagining the sound of his voice, the weight of his presence, the way he used to look at her whenever she did something right in his sight.

"Where is my father?" she asked as one of the servants passed by, bowing slightly.

"He will be with you in three minutes, Ma’am," the servant replied.

Then, she waved her away without looking up.

On the other hand, the phone continued to ring. Then it stopped.

Wanda’s lips turned slightly into a mix of bitterness and resignation. Of course, he wouldn’t still take her calls.

She stared at the screen for a long second before redialing it.

This time, she held the phone closer to her ear, listening to each ring, hoping he would pick up just once—if not to forgive her, then at least to hear her voice.

But again, it went unanswered.

Her chest tightened, though her expression remained composed, her back straight against the sofa.

Still, she didn’t hang up immediately. She stared at his name on the screen, whispering quietly under her breath, her voice a low murmur of defiance,

"You can ignore my calls, Draven, but you can’t do without me. I am irreplaceable. You will need my help soon."

The words hung in the air like a promise or a curse.

Just then, the soft creak of the doors made her stiffen. She quickly slipped her phone into her handbag and rose to her feet, straightening her dress as her father stepped into the sitting room. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

His gaze landed on her, and for a brief second, his lips curled in disdain. Wanda braced herself.

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