The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551: Open Humiliation

[Third Person].

Draven and Dennis arrived just as the last of Wanda’s words faded into the air.

Draven’s expression remained carefully neutral, but the faint tightening at the corner of his mouth betrayed his displeasure.

Dennis, on the other hand, barely concealed it at all. His jaw was set hard, eyes burning as he stared at Wanda, having overheard enough of her speech to understand exactly what she had done.

For a brief second, Wanda felt the shift. Then she turned, but her smile flickered when she saw Draven. However, she recovered quickly.

With practised ease, Wanda stepped forward, her expression brightening as if nothing were amiss. "Draven," she said warmly, already moving toward him. "I was just telling everyone how—"

He walked straight past her. He didn’t slow his steps or glance at her. He didn’t even acknowledge her existence. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The humiliation landed instantly.

Meanwhile, at the sight of their Alpha, the entire gathering reacted as one. Meredith bowed. The servants bowed. The women, startled, quickly set aside their food and drinks, ushering their children to stand as well. Heads lowered in respect.

Draven stopped beside Meredith, and only then did he soften. He glanced at her, just briefly, but the reassurance was unmistakable.

Next, he took her hand, his fingers closing around hers in a firm, grounding squeeze. He felt her fury, her restraint, her effort, and his pride burned hotter for it.

Then he turned to the crowd. "That’s enough," he said calmly. "Please, sit."

Relief rippled through the gathering. Murmured thanks followed as the women returned to their benches, children settling again, and cups lifted once more. Excitement replaced tension—their Alpha was here with them.

Many of them felt grateful to see him at such a close range, unlike in other rare events where they could only catch a small glimpse of his side profile or back.

Draven stepped forward slightly, his voice carrying with quiet authority. "I won’t take much of your time," he said. "This gathering exists because of my mate."

Meredith stiffened slightly, completely caught off guard. She wasn’t expecting him to speak.

"She worked tirelessly for this," Draven continued. "Many nights, she slept little—moving between preparations, planning, listening, ensuring today would serve you properly. Not for appearances, but for purpose."

The women looked at Meredith with new eyes.

"That effort deserves recognition," Draven said. "And your presence here—every one of you—honours it."

A wave of warmth spread through the clearing.

"She is very kind," one woman said aloud.

"She listens," another added.

"I wish she had come to the pack sooner," a third murmured.

Meredith swallowed as emotion pressed tight behind her ribs.

But on the other hand, Wanda stood forgotten. Her nails dug into her palms as attention slipped entirely away from her and settled, firmly, back where it belonged.

Beside Draven, Meredith felt it clearly now—this moment was hers again.

Just then, Dennis’s gaze found Wanda, and he coldly held it for long. Wanda straightened quickly, forcing a cocky smile in his direction.

Dennis scoffed softly and looked away. ’You don’t even know what’s coming,’ he thought grimly.

Through the bond, Draven’s voice cut in. "Dennis, walk Wanda back inside the house.’

’Just enough,’ she thought coolly.

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