The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 530

Chapter 530: That Sweet Little Girl

[Meredith].

I didn’t answer right away. I nodded and told Draven he was right.

Just as I was about to explain, I shook my head instead. The words stalled on my tongue. Without saying anything, I reached for his hand and kept walking.

I didn’t trust the environment. Stormveil had ears—walls that listened, servants who passed silently, wolves whose senses were sharper than they let on. This wasn’t a conversation meant for the air.

So I shifted into the matebond.

"You’re right," I told him quietly. "Something has been bothering me."

I felt his attention sharpen instantly. Then, I told him everything about what happened from the moment I walked into Xamira’s bedroom to get her for breakfast. And then—about the comment.

"She said I’ve changed," I continued. "That I feel... colder."

Draven’s steps faltered. "Xamira really uttered that?" he asked through the bond.

I released a slow breath. "Yes."

I told him everything after that—how I didn’t know if I was overthinking it, but that a human shouldn’t have been able to sense anything at all. Not when I was deliberately suppressing my aura. Not when even high-ranking wolves hadn’t noticed a difference.

"I didn’t want to say anything yet," I admitted. "I was afraid I would be wrong. But now I can’t stop thinking about it. It won’t leave my head."

His silence wasn’t empty. It was heavy, processing. Then he said, "Your thoughts are valid."

I felt the steadiness of him wrap around my unease.

"And yes," he added, "I’m concerned too."

We stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind us with a soft metallic sound. The hum of ascent filled the space, grounding, private.

I broke the bond and spoke aloud. "A lot of uncomfortable thoughts are going through my head."

He looked at me, really looked at me this time. I hesitated only a second before continuing. "Valmora hates Xamira."

His brows knit together. "Hates?"

"She asked me not to be close to her," I said. "And months ago, she called her a thing. I thought she was just... venting. Bullying her, the way she sometimes does when she doesn’t understand something."

The elevator chimed softly as it reached our floor. We stepped out and walked straight to our bedroom, the door closing behind us with a quiet finality.

Draven spoke as if piecing things together carefully. "But Xamira is human. I rescued her myself in the car accident in the mountains that claimed the lives of her biological parents."

I went to the foot of the bed and sat down, suddenly aware of how tired I felt. He joined me, close enough that our knees brushed.

"Has she ever acted... strangely since you legally adopted her?" I asked. "Anything unusual?"

He shook his head slowly. "No. Not once. Her previous nanny never reported anything either."

That should have reassured me, but it didn’t. Because something inside me—the part that had awakened, the part that now listened more than it spoke—refused to settle.

And then it clicked. Xamira’s first nanny. The memory surfaced all at once, sharp and uninvited.

The investigation Draven had told me about. The fall from the balcony. No scream. No signs of struggle. No defensive wounds. Nothing on her body except the damage from the impact.

And most importantly, it had been just the two of them in the room. Xamira and her nanny.

Slowly, I looked back at Draven. "There’s something else," I said quietly. "Something I remembered just now." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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