The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 554

Chapter 554: Stripped of Affection

[Third Person].

Draven let the silence stretch, though it wasn’t accidental.

In fact, it was deliberate—meant to settle, to weigh down on Wanda’s chest until every last excuse collapsed under its own emptiness.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was calm, level, and utterly merciless. "Wanda Fellowes," he said.

Her spine stiffened.

"I have seen enough to know that you are far too old to learn lessons you have repeatedly chosen to ignore." His gaze did not waver.

"From this moment forward, you are banned from entering the Oatrun Estate unless you receive a formal invitation. Any violation of this will be treated as trespassing."

Wanda’s breath hitched, and Draven continued without pause.

"You are also removed from my personal warrior battalion. Effective immediately." His tone sharpened. "You do not follow orders. You lack discipline. And you lack respect. There is no reason for you to remain under my command."

That broke something. Her hands trembled slightly, though she clenched them hard enough to stop it from showing.

"And finally," Draven said, his voice turning colder still, "you will never address my mate by her given name again."

Wanda looked up sharply.

"You will refer to her only by her title," he went on. "She is the Luna of Mystic Furs. And future Queen of Stormveil."

The words landed like a verdict.

"If you ever disrespect her again," Draven finished, "you will be awarded with one hundred strokes of the cane. I will not warn you twice."

Something inside Wanda twisted, then snapped. Her eyes burned red, not with tears—she refused to cry—but with something darker. Bitter. Corrosive.

The love she had carried for years, warped and obsessive, curdled slowly into something else.

’He is too harsh,’ she thought venomously. ’So cruel and unforgivable.’

For the first time, she did not look at Draven with longing. She looked at him with resentment.

And Meredith heard it all: every poisonous thought, every sharp edge of hatred replacing devotion.

Meredith’s stomach tightened.

She felt it—felt the moment Wanda’s love died, and something far more dangerous took its place. This wasn’t infatuation anymore. This was pure intent.

Just then, Valmora’s voice slid into her mind, low and alert. ’Be careful now. She has nothing left to lose.’

Meredith didn’t look away from Wanda. She couldn’t because she truly understood now. If Wanda ever struck again, she wouldn’t hesitate. She would go all out.

At the same time, Wanda rose slowly to her feet. She drew herself up, smoothing her clothes, gathering the shreds of her pride with trembling precision. Then she formally bowed deeply to Draven.

"I accept my punishment, Alpha," she said in a detached tone, stripped of warmth, stripped of affection. Then, she turned to leave.

"Don’t forget your bag of money," Dennis said flatly.

Wanda paused. She glanced back at him, her eyes cold now. "Thank you for the reminder."

Then, she bent, lifted the heavy bag with one hand, and walked toward the door without another word.

Dennis watched her go with a tight jaw.

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