The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Forced to Retreat

[Third Person].

The sentence fell into the room like a silent explosion. And Wanda felt it like a blade carving into her ribs.

Her heart lurched violently. Her fingers curled against her dress, nails digging into her own palm.

The bright red satin suddenly felt suffocating around her ribs.

In her warped, jealous mind, she had different thoughts going through her mind.

Her own brother, her own blood, encouraging Draven—her Draven to have a child with Meredith.

With that woman—that wolfless waste-of-air. That curse-marked embarrassment. That creature she despised with every fibre of her being.

Wanda swallowed back the heat burning behind her eyes. ’How can he say that? How can he take her side? Encourage her place beside Draven? After everything?’

Her jaw clenched so tightly she felt her teeth ache.

Meanwhile, Draven simply nodded, not yet responding.

On the other hand, Meredith was calm and unreadable as ever, maintaining her quiet posture. She didn’t gloat or shrink. She didn’t react at all.

And that lack of reaction only made Wanda angrier.

Vivian smiled pleasantly at the mention of children, clearly unaware of the storm brewing a few seats away.

Levi remained blissfully oblivious. But Dennis noticed everything.

His gaze flicked to Wanda for half a heartbeat, catching the fury in her eyes and the rigidity of her posture.

He hid his amusement behind a sip of iced tea.

Draven finally spoke in a steady, composed voice. "Perhaps one day," he said simply.

And Wanda’s stomach twisted because there was no hesitation, denial, or rejection of the idea from Draven.

He meant it—having a pup with Meredith.

Wanda forced her expression smooth, lifting her chin ever so slightly. But inside her, the jealousy, disgust, and rage began to mutate into something darker.

Just then, Madame Beatrice appeared at the doorway, hands folded neatly before her.

"Alpha," she said with a respectful bow, "lunch has been prepared and is ready to be served."

With that, she lowered her head again and disappeared down the hall.

Draven rose immediately. "Let’s have lunch." His tone was calm, but final, leaving no room for delay.

He reached for Meredith’s hand without hesitation, threading his fingers through hers before leading the way out of the sitting area.

The others stood as well.

Levi followed in quiet respect. Vivian rose gracefully, smoothing her skirt as her eyes wandered over the high ceilings and polished walls. Then they turned towards the hallway.

"It’s truly beautiful here," she said softly, her voice filled with genuine admiration for the Oatrun estate.

Meredith offered a brief, courteous smile but remained reserved as she continued to walk beside Draven with a straight posture.

Wanda trailed behind them, her steps controlled and elegant, but fury simmered beneath her skin. Every second Draven held Meredith’s hand burned like acid through her veins.

She kept her expression perfectly pleasant, but her stomach twisted. ’He didn’t spare me a glance,’ she seethed silently.

The walk to the dining hall was short, and the moment they entered, the servants straightened.

’Fine. This will only require a new strategy. He can push me away now, but he won’t do so forever. Sooner or later, he will see that Meredith is the true obstacle—weak, wolfless, unworthy—and when that day comes...’

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