The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462: Nothing Belonged to Her

[Third Person].

The guards at the front gate recognized the Fellowes insignia on the car and opened the wrought-iron gates without hesitation.

Levi’s vehicle rolled into the vast courtyard of the Oatrun estate, gravel crunching under the tyres.

The moment Wanda stepped out, her eyes swept over the grand architecture, but she masked any excitement with her usual calm expression.

Vivian adjusted her shawl. Levi straightened his jacket.

Right then, a servant approached with a bow. "Lord Levi, Lady Vivian, Lady Wanda—welcome. Please follow me."

They were escorted into the large sitting area, where Dennis was already lounging comfortably on the long sofa, a glass of iced tea in hand.

Then he looked up. A wide grin spread across his face the moment he saw Levi.

"Well, well," Dennis said, rising with easy confidence. "Look who the wind blew in."

Levi laughed and pulled him into a brief, brotherly hug. "Dennis, good to see you."

As they separated, Vivian dipped her head in formal greeting. "Good afternoon."

Dennis nodded politely at her. "Vivian."

Then his eyes shifted toward the doorway just as Wanda made her dramatic entrance. She appeared in a bold red dress—elegant, but obviously meant to grab attention.

Dennis’s eyes paused. He deliberately looked her up and down with a cool, amused tilt of his head. And then, with a barely-there smirk:

"That’s... quite an outfit, Wanda." His tone was light, almost innocent.

Wanda stiffened. The corners of her smile twitched. "Is there a problem with it?"

"Oh, not at all," Dennis answered quickly, fighting a smirk. "It’s just... bold. Red. Very... festive." He lifted his glass to his lips. "I didn’t realize you were attending a gala today."

Levi coughed to hide his embarrassment while Vivian looked away politely.

Wanda’s jaw tensed, but she held her chin a fraction higher. "This is a perfectly appropriate dress."

"Of course," Dennis agreed smoothly. "For... whatever occasion you intended."

Wanda’s expression cracked—only for a flash—but Dennis saw it, and his smirk widened slightly.

He saved her dignity by not pushing further.

Next, he simply gestured toward the sofas. "Please, sit."

Levi and Vivian took their seats. Wanda lowered herself gracefully, but her irritation simmered beneath her immaculate surface.

Dennis leaned back and set his glass down.

"So," he said casually, "I assume you’re here for Draven?"

Levi nodded. "Yes. Our future King has finally returned, so we came to pay our respects."

Dennis’s chest swelled a little with pride. "As you should." Then he exhaled and added, "But unfortunately, Levi, you’re not in luck today. Draven isn’t home at the moment."

Levi frowned. "Where did he go?"

Dennis’s eyes flicked briefly—intentionally to Wanda, before returning to Levi. "The King sent for him."

Levi nodded slowly. "I see."

Without another word, Dennis stood. "Let me call him and check where he is now."

Levi nodded approvingly.

Then, Dennis pulled his phone from his pocket, stepping a few paces away near the large window as he dialled while the trio watched him.

Wanda crossed her legs smoothly, staring ahead with a calm expression, but inside? She was seething.

’If Draven was with that woman Meredith...’

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Draven’s phone buzzed in his hand as the convoy cut through the forest road toward Oatrun. He glanced at the screen and saw his brother’s name on it. Then he swiped to accept the call.

"Draven," Dennis said without preamble, voice edged with something between amusement and warning. "Levi is here. With his wife... and Wanda."

Draven’s brow lifted the slightest fraction. "Why?"

"They said they came to pay their respects. Should I send them away?"

"No," Draven replied smoothly. "We will be home in ten minutes."

"Got it."

The call ended with a soft click.

Then, Draven turned his head just enough to glance at Meredith beside him.

She sat straight, hands on her lap, gaze calm, almost serene—yet he could feel awareness sharpening in her aura.

"Levi is waiting for us," Draven said. "With his wife. And Wanda."

Meredith gave a quiet nod, with steady composure. She wasn’t surprised that Wanda would follow her brother.

But if otherwise had been the case, Meredith wouldn’t have been surprised, and even pushed for an inquiry.

Ten minutes later, the convoy rolled into the grand courtyard. Warriors snapped to attention. Guards swung the doors open.

Draven stepped out first—tall, commanding, unreadable, and Meredith followed, elegance wrapped in poise.

Jeffery emerged next, scanning automatically, while Azul and Kira slipped into their practised positions behind Meredith.

As they walked into the estate, a faint hum of conversation drifted from the sitting area. But the moment Draven crossed the threshold, all three visitors rose to their feet.

Levi’s face lit with genuine warmth while Vivian straightened politely, hands folded before her. And Wanda—

Wanda stepped forward a half-inch as though to be noticed first.

Her dress was impossible to miss by Meredith. It was elegant... but reckless. And meant to be seen.

Meredith registered all of it in a single, silent glance. Then her lashes lowered delicately.

’Red. With a slit that high... to visit the Alpha?’ Meredith scoffed inwardly. "This is pure desperation dressed as confidence."

Meredith studied her briefly. ’Young. Composed. Wary, but without malice.’

Bloodfang. Alpha Solas’s warriors. Unmatched in strength, brutal in battle—the pack Dennis had once casually described to her in Duskmoor.

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