The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298: As Long as She Breathes

~Third Person~

"If anything happens to her," Wanda continued bitterly, "he will know. And he will trace it back to me, to us."

Her body shook as anger swelled, drowning out the sting of pain. She remembered the morning’s confrontation, and Meredith’s voice still echoing in her ears. ’I am Draven’s mate.’

When Wanda had first heard that Meredith was Draven’s mate, she had doubted inside, believing Draven had spun that lie to silence the council and protect Meredith’s place because of his plans.

But now, she understood that Draven hadn’t lied.

Her hands clenched until her knuckles blanched, fury clouding her thoughts.

The image of Meredith’s smug face burned into her mind. And without resistance, she cursed inwardly,

’That cursed, wolfless, purple-eyed, rude bitch. How dare her steal everything I was meant to claim?’

Just the thought of this had Wanda envisioning strangling Meredith to death. It pained her so much that in the end, Meredith got Draven for herself, right under her nose.

Wanda’s lips twisted, her voice low with venom. "She stole him. And I will never forgive her for it."

Reginald’s face darkened as his eyes blazed with fury. "Useless!" he spat, his voice echoing through the sitting room.

"All the years I invested in you, training you, brooding you to become more than just another foolish daughter in this family... Even sending you into Draven’s arms early, and still, you return with nothing but excuses!"

Wanda flinched. Her shoulders hunched lower with every word.

"You shame this family every time you open your mouth!" Reginald’s hand shot up, the whip uncoiling with a sharp hiss. "Perhaps pain will remind you of your place—"

But the strike never landed.

Levi’s hand caught the whip mid-air with a sharp snap. His body straightened to its full height as he turned, placing himself squarely between his father and sister.

His jaw was set, his voice steady but laced with fire. "Father, leave her be."

For a moment, the air burned with tension. Reginald’s glare sliced into his son, his nostrils flaring as though daring Levi to challenge him further.

Then, with a violent tug, he yanked the whip free from Levi’s grasp.

"Both of you test my patience," Reginald growled. His eyes flicked coldly to Wanda, bleeding and trembling on the floor. "Don’t let me see your face again if you value your life."

With that, he turned sharply and strode out, his footsteps echoing like thunder down the hall until the sound faded.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by Wanda’s shaky breaths. Levi immediately crouched back beside her, sliding an arm beneath her shoulders to help her sit up.

Then his gaze fell to the blood streaking down her cheek, and his throat tightened.

But even though she could take the pain, she still wanted to draw more sympathy for her brother who cared about her. He was her support system now.

For a long moment, the only sound was the water dripping softly back into the basin. Then Wanda whispered, her voice tight with both pain and bitterness.

"All my life, I’ve done what father wanted. I’ve followed every command, endured every insult, just to prove I wasn’t worthless. And for what?"

Levi’s hand stilled briefly, his jaw tightening, but he said nothing. He let her spill her anger.

Wanda’s eyes burned with unshed tears. "Meredith." She spat the name like venom. "She ruins everything. He sent me to destroy her, and instead she made Draven stronger—made them stronger. And now, because of her, I’m the one broken."

Levi resumed dabbing her wound gently, his gaze fixed on her face.

"You are not broken," he said firmly, though the weight in his tone betrayed his anger at their father more than her words.

But Wanda wasn’t listening. Her fingers curled into the sheets as they trembled with rage. "I saw it in her eyes this morning. The way she looked at me when she said she was Draven’s mate, as if she had won, as if I was beneath her."

Her breath quickened, bitter and sharp. "She doesn’t deserve him. She doesn’t deserve that bond. She is nothing but a worthless creature. The Moon goddess made a mistake here. That bitch doesn’t deserve the best."

Levi lowered the towel as he studied her closely. "Wanda..."

Her eyes flicked to him briefly, wild and glistening. "I will never forgive her, Levi. Never. Not as long as I breathe."