The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452: Wanda Heard it All

[Third Person].

~Fellowes Residence~

Wanda stood in her room, breath uneven, hands trembling with leftover rage. The silence pressed against her skin like a suffocating blanket.

Then, a sharp knock snapped her head toward the door.

She inhaled deeply, masking every trace of her fury before saying coolly, "Come in."

One of Reginald’s personal attendants stepped inside, bowing so deeply his forehead nearly touched the floor.

"Lady Wanda," he said respectfully, "your father requests your presence in his study."

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. Her father rarely summoned her at night unless something was important. Also, they had just parted ways in the dining room. He never mentioned this then.

But beneath the surprise, something else stirred in her: excitement. Perhaps he had noticed her value again.

Perhaps seeing Levi and Vivian together reminded him that she was still a very important piece in his chess game.

She straightened, lifting her chin slightly. "I will be there shortly."

The attendant bowed and retreated.

Wanda waited until the door shut before she smoothed down her hair, inhaled once, and left her room with graceful, confident strides, her anger sealed behind a cold mask.

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Reginald’s private study was dim, lit only by the fire crackling in the stone hearth.

He did not look up when she entered.

Wanda bowed deeply. "Father. You called for me."

For several seconds, there was only the soft clink of glass as he swirled his amber drink.

Finally, he spoke—firm, controlled, with the weight of a man who didn’t repeat himself.

"As you are accompanying your brother and his wife to the Oatrun estate tomorrow," Reginald said, still staring into the fire, "I expect you to carry yourself well."

Wanda’s pulse jumped. Her father hadn’t used the typical words, ’be useful’ and ’don’t be foolish.’ There was no scolding—just an expectation.

She lifted her eyes and spoke with a calm voice. "Of course, Father."

Reginald finally looked at her. His eyes were sharp—cold, calculating, but approving in a distant way.

"Draven’s return shifts many things," he continued. "And eyes are everywhere—waiting for mistakes, waiting for weakness. Not only mine, but yours."

Wanda swallowed slowly.

Reginald leaned back, the leather chair creaking softly.

"I do not want yesterday’s display," he said pointedly, "to be repeated."

Heat crept up Wanda’s neck—shame mixed with fury and a flash of hatred for Meredith.

She bowed again, lowering her gaze. "It won’t happen again."

Reginald observed her for a long moment. His stare was heavy, dissecting, like he could see every emotion behind her expression.

Then he nodded once, dismissing her. "You may go."

Wanda backed away respectfully before turning toward the door. The moment it closed behind her, she exhaled—slow, controlled, but full of turbulent emotion.

She walked down the hallway, and the flame in her chest reignited.

She would accompany Levi and Vivian. But most importantly, she would see Draven.

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