The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309: The Vampires Meet

(Third Person).

Just then, Brackham’s chair screeched against the floor as he pushed back and stood up, slamming his palm down on the table. His face darkened, and his voice rose like an alarm.

"Never. I will not work with Alpha Draven. We will never work with him."

The force of his words rang through the room, silencing even the restless shuffling of papers. His gaze swept over the senators, hard and unyielding.

"That wolf is arrogant. Cunning. Strategic. He is not a partner—he is a predator waiting for a crack to sink his teeth into." Brackham’s fist curled.

"And do not forget, look how he kept his word! He warned us, and he made sure his dogs attacked our people when they tried to take his kind. His loyalty is merciless, and his vengeance immediate. That is not an ally—that is a monster in plain sight!"

The room trembled with his rage, the senators exchanging uneasy glances.

One of them, bold enough to speak, leaned forward. "Then we must simply be more strategic with our plans." His voice carried a cold edge.

"The werewolves can be the hammer we wield. They will go after the vampires, fight them for us... and when they have served their purpose, we discard them."

A murmur of agreement rippled around the table. Three senators raised their voices almost at once, echoing support.

"Yes. Let them bleed for us."

"They will think it’s their war, not ours."

"It buys us time to rebuild."

But across the table, another senator slammed his hand flat on the surface. "And what then? Don’t you see what you’re proposing?"

His eyes flashed. "Bringing the wolves closer means letting them breathe down our necks. It gives them access. They will learn things we have worked hard to bury."

Three more nodded, voices rising in support.

"He is right. They will sniff out more than we want them to know."

"Our secrets, our facilities will be all at risk."

"You would be inviting danger straight into our house."

The tension swelled, and the conference room split clean down the middle.

Then another senator, older, his voice low but cutting, added the final blow.

"And what of the experiments? You really think Draven won’t find out we have been caging his kind, cutting them open like lab rats? If he learns the truth, he won’t stop until he razes every last one of us to the ground."

Another senator added, "Remember, the werewolves are still more physically powerful and stronger than we are. The only advantage we have is with our machines."

The weight of his words fell heavily. Silence choked the room, as if every senator present had suddenly imagined Alpha Draven storming their city, blood and fire in his wake.

Brackham’s jaw clenched as his eyes swept the table. He could feel the fracture growing, see the way it threatened to split his council in half. And if there was one thing he couldn’t afford right now, it was division.

At the centre stood their leader—a tall figure draped in black, his eyes burning faintly red in the dim light.

His lips curved in a cold smile. "The humans never saw us coming."

A low chuckle rippled through the group, harsh and satisfied.

"They screamed, they ran," one sneered, licking his teeth as if savouring the memory. "And still they thought their machines would save them."

Another spat on the ground. "Machines break, and flesh bleeds. They have nothing to match us."

The leader’s smile widened, but his tone grew sharp. "Do not underestimate them. If they build more weapons and grow desperate, they may yet claw at our strength. Tonight was only a test."

He let his gaze sweep across his warriors before adding. "And you passed it well."

One of the younger vampires shifted, his voice eager. "What’s next? Do we burn another one of their nests?"

The leader’s eyes narrowed. "Not yet. The humans are rattled now. We will let them stew in their fear. Let them waste their soldiers chasing shadows."

He tilted his head back, gazing at the hawk on the tree branch. "Then, when they believe themselves ready, we strike again. But this time, in a bigger."

A murmur of anticipation stirred through the group, like the rustle of a predator’s tail before the pounce.

Then the leader lowered his head, his voice smooth and final. "Their city is fat with pride now, but we will bleed it dry, piece by piece, until nothing remains but ashes. In their next life, they will stay clear of us."