The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 471

Chapter 471: She Hasn’t Given Up

[Meredith].

Eventually, Dennis led us back toward the main house, taking us up the marble steps and into the west wing.

On the first floor, he pushed open a pair of tall glass doors that led to a wide balcony overlooking the lower grounds.

A long seating arrangement waited for us—comfortable cream sofas, low tables, and platters of fruit, pastries, and frosted drinks freshly set by servants.

We all settled in immediately. Vivian leaned into Levi’s side. Oscar claimed a seat with a relieved sigh. Wanda sat next to Vivian with her legs elegantly crossed, her posture immaculate.

Draven took the spot beside me; his hand lightly brushed my lower back before he reached for a drink.

We ate, refreshed, and chatted lightly until I felt the tug of fresh air pulling me. So, I stood and walked to the balcony rail.

The breeze was cool, lifting strands of my hair. Below, the estate stretched out in calm, orderly lines of stone paths and forest borders.

For a moment, I let myself breathe. But the soft click of footsteps approaching made my shoulders stiffen.

I didn’t turn. Then, Wanda came to stand beside me. Not too close. Not too far. Just close enough.

Her presence pressed like a blade sheathed in velvet—quiet, elegant, but undeniably sharp.

I kept my eyes forward.

"You are so tense," she murmured lightly. "Relax, Meredith. I won’t push you over the balcony."

Something about her statement riled me up, so I turned my head slightly, just enough to meet her gaze. She was smiling softly.

"What do you want?" I asked.

Wanda’s eyes met mine. Then, she softened her voice just for me. "I underestimated you."

A humourless scoff escaped me. "You’re just now realizing that?"

"Oh, no," she said, the corners of her lips curving faintly. "You’ve shown me that several times. Today was simply another reminder."

I nodded, looking back out at the grounds. "Good. I hope you stay updated with the reminders."

"I will," she murmured. "But things just became interesting."

Something cold and prickling ran down my spine. I turned to her fully this time, my brows narrowing. "And what does that mean?"

Her smile deepened—still soft, still outwardly kind, still perfectly wrong.

"It means," she whispered, "that I have decided you’re an opponent worth my time." She let the words linger like perfume, then slowly added, "So... I will keep you."

My breath stilled. ’Keep me? As what? A rival? A challenge? A placeholder until she destroyed me?’

Her eyes glimmered—not with affection, not with sisterly camaraderie, but with something sharp, twisted, and quietly thrilling for her.

Without waiting for my response, Wanda turned, smoothed her tunic, and walked elegantly back toward the others.

She sat beside Vivian as if nothing had happened, accepting a drink from a servant with the calm composure of someone who hadn’t just issued a thinly veiled threat.

I remained by the railing. My heartbeat was steady, but my mind was not. It kept replaying three statements.

’I underestimated you.’ ’You are worth my time.’ ’I will keep you.’

And those last words... "I will keep you."

What new scheme will she create?

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