The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: The Vampires will Help

Draven.

By the time we drove through the tall iron gates and into my estate, the weight of the day had already settled on my shoulders like a cloak of smoke.

The cars slowed to a halt before the grand steps of the estate. Meredith was the first to open her door. I followed, stepping out into the fading light.

The air was calm, too calm—the kind that made your instincts sharpen.

Dennis and Jeffery climbed out of the second car, both looking as though they had been waiting to ask me what I thought of the meeting, but I raised a hand before either of them could speak.

"Let’s take this inside," I said. "To my study. My wife has something to share."

They nodded immediately.

I reached for Meredith’s hand, and she didn’t hesitate. Her fingers slipped easily into mine, soft but firm, and together, we stepped inside the house.

Behind us, Dennis and Jeffery followed, their boots clicking in a steady rhythm on the marble floor.

Inside, the halls were quiet, lined with flickering sconces that cast long shadows across the walls.

The servants we passed bowed their heads, murmuring greetings, but my attention was fixed on Meredith’s calm, deliberate pace beside me.

She was quiet, but I could feel her tension pulsing through the bond. Whatever she had learned in Brackham’s mind was heavy, and I intended to know everything.

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We entered my study. The scent of aged wood and fire greeted us. I gestured for them to sit, and we took our places in the sitting area—Meredith and I on one side, Dennis and Jeffery across from us.

Moments later, a knock sounded.

"Come in," I said.

Madam Beatrice entered, poised as ever, flanked by two servants balancing trays. She bowed her head slightly.

"Alpha, Luna," she greeted. "Beta, Mr. Oatrun."

The servants stepped forward, setting the trays down on the low table before beginning to serve warm tea, fruits, and small pastries.

"Thank you," I said, with a nod.

Madam Beatrice inclined her head again and withdrew with the servants, closing the door softly behind them.

Silence settled for a beat, broken only by the soft clink of porcelain as Dennis poured himself a cup of tea. His eyes flicked to me, expectant.

I leaned back slightly, my gaze moving to Meredith. "You can tell them now," I said, my voice low, controlled.

Meredith met my eyes briefly, then looked to Dennis and Jeffery. Her composure didn’t waver, but I could feel the current of anger still humming through her restrained, yet alive.

She drew a steady breath before speaking.

"While Brackham was talking near the end of the meeting, I went deeper into his thoughts. He was planning to go down to a lab right after we left—to have every one of the failed experiments put down."

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