The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346: What Are They Plotting?

Meredith.

Xamira’s little hand was warm in mine as we stepped out of the house.

The morning air carried the soft bite of dew, and she hummed to herself as we walked, swinging our joined hands.

And that was when I spotted Dennis.

He was coming up from the direction of the training grounds with dust clinging to his shirt and a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

He looked... satisfied. The kind of mood Dennis only carried when something had gone entirely his way.

"Good morning," I greeted, narrowing my eyes at him. "You look rather pleased with yourself. Should I ask why?"

He chuckled, tilting his head. "Just a good day, that’s all. The sun is shining, and the air is crisp. You know me, Meredith—simple pleasures."

I raised a brow. "You? Content with simple pleasures? That would be a first."

He laughed, low and unbothered, clearly unwilling to give me more.

But before I could press, Xamira piped up, tugging at my hand. "Uncle Dennis!" she chirped, her violet eyes bright. "Would you come with my lady and I to the garden? We are going to pick flowers."

Dennis crouched a little to her height, his grin softening as he reached out and touched her cheek. "Tempting, princess. But your uncle needs a wash and a change of clothes first. Another time, hmm?"

Her shoulders slumped a little. "Promise?"

"Promise," he said warmly, straightening again. With a wink at me, he strode past us into the house, leaving only the scent of sweat and dust behind.

I shook my head, amused despite myself. Dennis, in a good mood, was always suspicious.

"Come on," I murmured to Xamira, and we continued down the stone path toward the garden.

But it didn’t even reach up to five seconds when I saw my brother.

He was coming toward us from the opposite direction, his face battered, bruises blooming across his skin, one eye swelling shut.

His clothes were smeared with dirt, and his steps sharp and heavy with rage.

Xamira gasped, clutching my hand tighter.

And I... I could only stare, my stomach sinking, already suspecting that Dennis’s good mood and Gary’s battered state were far from coincidence.

"My lady, what happened to him?" Xamira asked, pressing into my side.

I quickly neutralized my expression, even as my mind supplied the obvious answer. Dennis.

But I didn’t ask my brother. I would never do that, so I held my tongue.

We walked past one another without a word. His glare slid briefly to me, then down to Xamira, before he jerked his gaze away and stormed on toward the house.

I exhaled slowly, feeling the weight in the air settle behind us.

"Come," I murmured to Xamira, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "The garden’s waiting."

But as we turned toward the rows of blooms, I couldn’t shake the thought: Did Dennis do all that to Gary?

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The garden was quiet, a sanctuary of green tucked behind stone walls. The roses were in bloom, their crimson petals catching the sunlight, while clusters of white lilies swayed gently in the breeze.

Xamira hurried ahead, her earlier fright already forgotten, and crouched beside a patch of wildflowers.

"Look, my lady," she called, plucking one with delicate fingers. "This one looks like the sun."

I smiled faintly, moving to kneel beside her. The flower was small and yellow, its petals uneven, imperfect—and yet she was right.

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