The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: Not Prepared for the Throne

Draven.

"So, we are using Brackham’s demand against him." Meredith’s violet eyes were bright now with a hard understanding.

"That’s the idea," I said. "To make his wish expose his enemies and his secrets."

They nodded. The room tightened around that single, clean idea.

Dennis’s grin spread wide, his sharp teeth flashing as if the idea itself fed him. "I like that," he said, leaning back. "It is indeed a wonderful idea for the humans to sweat, and even a better idea for Brackham to lose a few nights of sleep before we even lift a finger."

"Our goal right now is to drive the vampires out of the city without killing them," I said. "We are not shedding their blood."

Jeffery folded his arms, his expression thoughtful. "But how do we drive the vampires out without killing them, Alpha? You know they will fight back. They will see us as enemies, not allies."

I met his gaze steadily. "Not if their leaders order them to leave."

Meredith turned to me quickly, curiosity flickering across her features. "The vampires’ leaders?"

I nodded once.

Her brows lifted slightly. "How? You will meet one of them?"

A faint smile tugged at my lips. "Yes." Then I raised a hand before anyone could press further. "But don’t ask for more details now. I will figure the rest out when the time comes. What’s important right now is the show we will put on for Brackham."

Dennis tilted his head. "A show?"

"Yes," I said. "You know him—he will have every corner of the city monitored, cameras, scouts, satellites, all to watch how I fight his monsters. So we will give him something to watch. The battle will look real, sound real, feel real. But every move will be on my terms."

Dennis smirked, clearly impressed. "Brilliant. I’ve always said the old man needs to be humbled before the fall."

Jeffery nodded, his tone more measured. "Indeed. Every one of Brackham’s requests is aiding our initial plans. We didn’t know the vampires would invade his city, or that Brackham would demand a living one afterwards. It’s almost poetic."

A small chuckle escaped me. "Poetic, yes. Fitting, too."

Jeffery leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You already planned to use the vampires against the humans, and now everything is unfolding exactly that way. The difference is that we barely have to lift a hand. Brackham is digging his own grave."

That made Dennis laugh out loud, the sound rough and gleeful. Jeffery joined him. Meredith only smiled softly, her gaze finding mine. I reached across and gently took her hand, squeezing it once—a quiet promise between us amid the laughter.

Then Dennis’s grin faded, and he turned toward me. "Brother, what about the vampire Brackham wants alive?"

I met his eyes evenly. "Don’t worry. I will take care of that myself."

Just then, the landline on my desk began to ring, its sharp sound slicing through the air. The laughter stopped.

I rose from the couch, crossed the study, and lifted the receiver.

"Draven," I said evenly, my tone shifting back into command.

"Son."

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