The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308: Midnight Meeting

(Third Person).

Brackham couldn’t stop imagining the lab in ruins—vampires tearing through steel doors, destroying the very project he had dedicated years to.

’No.’ He clenched his jaw. He couldn’t let that happen.

When they surfaced in the garage beneath Government House, Brackham leaned toward his Head of Security.

"Tighten the perimeter around the lab. I don’t care how many men it takes. And listen carefully—if any idiot wanders too close, I don’t care if they are innocent or not... shoot them. Kill them before they even blink."

The Head of Security swallowed hard but nodded. "Yes, sir."

Brackham’s eyes burned with cold fire. "If we lose that lab, we lose everything."

Minutes later, back in his office, the mayor stripped off his jacket and dropped heavily into his chair. Then he grabbed the phone and dialled his secretary.

"Send a notification to every senator," he said flatly. "There will be an emergency session this Midnight. It is non-negotiable."

"Yes, Sir."

He hung up before she could ask questions.

His gaze swept to the darkened window, his reflection faint against the city lights beyond.

He imagined the vampires moving in the shadows out there, plotting their next strike. His stomach knotted.

A knock at the door, then his secretary slipped in and placed a steaming black coffee on his desk. He gave her a dismissive nod, waiting until she had left before wrapping his hands around the mug.

The bitterness grounded him, but not enough. His mind kept circling back. The attack tonight hadn’t been random.

The vampires knew what they were doing. Which meant someone, somewhere, was feeding them intelligence—or they had spies watching.

Brackham muttered under his breath, his voice low and dangerous. "The next time I get one of you bastards alive... I will cut them open piece by piece."

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The heavy oak doors of the Government House conference room shut with a thud, sealing in the low hum of restless voices.

It was a few minutes past midnight, and the senators—some still in wrinkled suits, others in hastily thrown-on jackets—shifted uneasily around the long table.

Mayor Brackham entered without ceremony, his expression thunderous. His Head of Security followed close behind, setting a briefcase on the table before taking a post at the wall. The room fell silent.

Brackham planted both hands on the polished wood and leaned forward, his eyes sweeping across the faces before him.

"Less than three hours ago," he began, his tone sharp, "one of our most critical tech facilities was hit."

Confusion rippled across the table almost immediately.

"Not by rebels. Not even by terrorists. But by Vampires—those bloody creatures."

The word ’Vampire’ alone was enough to spark chaos.

Brackham’s glare silenced him. "And yet they were there. Ten of them. They slaughtered my people and reduced the facility to rubble in under twenty minutes." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"We are staring at an enemy that walked straight into our city and chose its target like it knew exactly what mattered most. And yet, here you sit, trembling like children."

A hush blanketed the room, leaving only silence.

Just then, Brackham straightened, his chest heaving. "I went down to the lab tonight. I asked those doctors if they had developed anything to stop the vampires." His lip curled in disgust.

"They said no. That, unless we can provide them with a vampire body, they can’t even begin."

Murmurs rose again, but Brackham raised a hand sharply, cutting them off. "So tell me—how do I send our soldiers out there to bring me one of those blood-sucking demons without them being torn to pieces?"

The question hung heavy in the room.

One senator cleared his throat, shifting nervously in his seat. "You can’t," he said grimly. "They will slaughter your men. It will be a massacre."

Another nodded, his face pale. "We have invested years in training them. We can’t throw them into the wolves’ den. It’s a waste of resources we don’t have to spare."

Several others murmured in agreement, voices overlapping with fear and frustration.

Then, from the far side of the table, a senator leaned forward slowly. His voice was quiet, but the words seemed to freeze the air.

"Then why not enlist the help of the werewolves?"

The room immediately fell silent. Chairs creaked as senators turned their heads, their expressions caught between shock and hesitation.

The only sound was the steady tick of the clock on the wall and the faint hum of the overhead lights.