The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 531

Chapter 531: Event Planning

[Meredith].

For a brief, horrifying second, an image crossed my mind—Xamira pushing her nanny over the balcony, but I rejected it immediately.

That didn’t fit. Not with what I knew of her. Not with the child who curled into my side and asked me to draw with her.

’No,’ I said softly to myself, shaking my head. ’It wasn’t like that.’

Then, I looked back at Draven. "Xamira might be human," I continued, my voice steadier than I felt, "but there is something else she is. Something shocking enough that her nanny saw it... and couldn’t believe it."

Something so impossible that fear stole her breath before she could even scream.

Silence fell between us. It stretched heavily, layered with things neither of us wanted to say out loud yet.

Draven finally shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I don’t even know what to believe anymore," he admitted.

I didn’t blame him. After another moment, he straightened, resolve settling into his expression.

"We will have to find out who Xamira really is."

I nodded immediately. "Yes." Then, before he could speak again, I added, "But until then, everything stays the same."

He turned fully toward me.

"We can’t let our suspicions show," I said firmly. "Our attitude toward her cannot change. Not even a little."

Because if we were wrong, or even if we weren’t, Xamira was still a child. So, I thought.

Draven held my gaze for a long moment, then he nodded. "Agreed."

And it’s not like Valmora seemed eager to help me on this matter. Seeing how quiet she was now, I could feel it in me that she no longer wanted to hand me candies so easily.

She wanted me to make an effort to discover the truth... maybe because I didn’t listen to her and doubted her when she warned me about Xamira that one time.

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A few hours later, I moved to the sofa where I stayed long after my conversation with Draven ended, my phone resting loosely in my hand as I scrolled through channel after channel.

Yet, I saw nothing. No updates from Duskmoor. No emergency broadcasts. No fragmented human reports the way they used to after every skirmish.

It was as if the city had been swallowed whole, and the world had quietly agreed not to speak of it.

My thumb slowed, then stopped. I hated the hollow feeling that came with that silence. And just as I was about to lock the screen, the bedroom door opened.

Draven stepped inside.

I lifted my head instinctively, and the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying eased when I saw him. He looked tired, but composed.

He had left earlier for a meeting he had with Oscar and the others.

Draven smiled when his eyes met mine. Crossing the room, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead, lingering just long enough to ground me, before settling beside me on the sofa.

"What are you doing?" he asked calmly.

I tilted my phone so he could see the dark screen. "I was checking for news from Duskmoor."

His jaw tightened slightly. "And?"

"There’s nothing," I said. "It’s like all their channels vanished overnight."

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