The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 550

Chapter 550: Lie After Lie

[Third Person].

Draven’s jaw tightened, the muscles along his neck drawing taut as his eyes swept the room once more, already knowing what he would and wouldn’t find.

"She disobeyed me," he said quietly, almost not believing it.

Dennis swore under his breath, the word vicious and unrestrained. "That manipulative witch. I knew it. I knew she wouldn’t sit still the second we turned our backs."

His fists clenched at his sides. "She went straight for Meredith."

Draven was already moving. His strides were long and purposeful as he crossed the room, fury simmering beneath his controlled exterior.

"She will not ruin this for my mate."

Dennis followed without hesitation, anger rolling off him openly now. "If you forgive her again after this, I swear—"

"I won’t," Draven said flatly, cutting him off.

The doors opened, and the brothers headed straight for the back gardens.

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Meanwhile, the atmosphere at the tree-lined clearing had already shifted.

What had once been calm, attentive, and grounded now buzzed with sharp excitement.

Wanda stood near the edge of the seating area, perfectly placed where everyone could see her. She didn’t need to shout; her presence alone was enough.

"Oh, don’t look so startled," she was saying pleasantly to a cluster of women who had gathered closer, curiosity and recognition lighting their faces. "I only wished to see how things were going. It warms my heart to see the pack together like this."

At the same time, whispers rippled outward.

"That’s Miss Fellowes..."

"She used to visit often..."

"She was close to the Alpha once, wasn’t she?"

"I remember secretly rooting for them to be together."

A few women edged closer. Others straightened, excitement creeping into their expressions, the weight of Wanda’s name pressing down on the space Meredith had carefully shaped.

Wanda smiled. After all, this was the moment she had envisioned, even without her coins. Just recognition, influence, and the quiet thrill of disruption.

She watched Meredith, noting the instant the Luna understood.

Meredith felt it like a cold blade sliding beneath her ribs. ’So this was Wanda’s play.’

Her hands curled briefly at her sides before she forced them to relax. Fury surged hot and sharp, Valmora snarling in her mind, hackles raised.

’She wants you to break,’ Valmora warned, low and keen. ’She wants spectacle.’

Meredith inhaled slowly. Once. Twice.

If she reacted—if she snapped, raised her voice, confronted Wanda openly, then this gathering would fracture beyond repair. Wanda would feed on it. The women would remember chaos, not care.

No! She wouldn’t let that happen.

Having made that decision, Meredith stepped forward. "Please," she said calmly, her voice carrying just enough to cut through the growing noise. "Let’s sit again."

A few heads turned, completely startled.

"We will continue shortly," Meredith added, her tone gentle but firm. "There is food waiting, and we should enjoy it together."

Some hesitation lingered, but her authority—earned, not claimed, began to settle them.

Servants moved at her subtle signal, guiding women back to the benches, offering cups of juice, lifting lids from trays. The scent of warm bread and stew spread, grounding the space again.

Meredith walked among them, hand resting briefly on a shoulder, murmuring reassurance, and completely redirecting attention.

Slowly, but reluctantly, the frenzy ebbed. Wanda watched, her smile tightening by a fraction.

’Impressive,’ she admitted silently. But she felt that her actions were not enough if Meredith could actually bring back the calm atmosphere so easily.

Valmora purred. ’Lesson one,’ she thought coolly. ’Influence earned lasts longer than influence stolen.’

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