The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332: A Love Affair

Third Person.

A gasp rippled across the room. One of the officers leaned forward. "Sir, how do we explain this attack? We can’t tell the public about vampires. They will panic."

Brackham’s lip curled into something almost like a cold, triumphant smile.

"We won’t mention vampires. We don’t need to. We will inform the public that we have uncovered a dangerous weapons stockpile hidden in the forest—foreign smuggling rings, mercenaries, or whatever name you prefer. Say it was a national threat, and we eliminated it before it reached their streets."

The men exchanged uneasy looks, but no one dared challenge him.

"Draft the orders," Brackham barked. "By dawn, I want the first sweep prepared. The woods will burn, and with them, every last leech skulking in the dark."

Everyone exchanged silent glances, but Brackham cared about none of that.

"How many explosives do we have staged for the eastern woods sweep?" He suddenly barked.

The officer at the table swallowed, his fingers fumbling with a tablet. "Not enough, sir. We have some—" His voice faltered. "But not the amount needed to guarantee a full burn."

Something in Brackham’s hand clenched. He rose swiftly and crossed the room before the man could react.

Fingers closing on the fabric at the base of the man’s collar, he hauled him forward until their faces were inches apart. Rainlight cut across the mayor’s eyes, turning them hard as flint.

"Tomorrow night," Brackham hissed, every word coming out as sharp as a razor, "Eastern woods must be reduced to ash. Do you understand me?"

The man’s lips trembled. "Y—yes, sir. We will—"

"Then make it so," Brackham snapped. "If I wake and find one patch still standing because of your incompetence, I will make sure your head hangs as an example."

His grip didn’t loosen until the man’s nod was violent and unquestioning.

Brackham released him with a shove that sent the officer stumbling back into his seat. He turned slowly, letting a hard glance sweep the room—a warning in his wake.

Then he strode away, the heels of his shoes beating against the marble. His secretary fell into step behind him, clutching a sheaf of papers; the others remained rooted, eyes downcast, already composing excuses they would never dare voice.

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Brackham stormed into his office, his secretary hurrying at his heels. She clutched her clipboard to her chest, speaking quickly, "Sir, the senators are waiting."

He didn’t break stride. With a curt wave of his hand, he dismissed her concern and moved straight to the sitting area.

The leather groaned under his weight as he sank into it, one arm draped along the backrest.

"Put them through," he ordered.

The secretary nodded, flicking on the large screen mounted on the far wall. A moment later, faces appeared in neat squares—senators from across the city, their expressions tense.

"Good evening, Mr. Mayor," they greeted in unison, their voices tinged with unease.

No one tried to argue with him, though unease rippled across their faces. They were thinking it, of course, that this was madness, that fire could not solve everything. But no lips moved. No one challenged him. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

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