The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven-Chapter 17: Reginald Fellowes

Third Person’s POV.

Wanda’s heels clicked softly against the polished stone floors as she made her way back to her quarters, her mind simmering with frustration.

Draven had dismissed her.

Again.

She had expected resistance—Draven never entertained idle talk—but the way he had so effortlessly ended their conversation left a sour taste in her mouth.

She had wanted answers, clarity, anything to make sense of why he had chosen that woman and what he planned to do with her. Instead, she had been brushed aside like an afterthought.

She inhaled deeply through her nose, willing herself to remain composed.

Lately, she felt like she was always grasping at shadows when it came to Draven. He was becoming harder to predict, and she despised not knowing his plans.

She had spent years by his side, aiding him, supporting him, believing in his vision. And now, he was keeping secrets from her?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she spotted a maidservant standing outside her room.

The woman straightened immediately and dipped into a polite bow. "Miss Fellowes."

Wanda stopped a few feet away, barely acknowledging the servant’s presence.

"Your father is inside," the maid informed her, her voice cautious. "He has been waiting for over five minutes."

Wanda’s fingers curled slightly. A sliver of tension ran down her spine.

Of course, he was here. Why wouldn’t he?

Shutting her eyes briefly, she inhaled deeply, then exhaled in a slow, controlled breath before opening them again. She schooled her features, smoothing away any hint of irritation before finally giving a small nod.

The maid opened the door, stepping aside respectfully. Wanda walked in, her posture straight, a practiced, pleasant smile curving her lips.

Inside, her father, Reginald Fellowes, sat in the single chair near the fireplace. His legs were crossed, his hands resting over his knee. The flickering fire cast sharp shadows across his already severe features.

His piercing gaze lifted to her the moment she entered. His voice was clipped. "Took you long enough."

Wanda’s smile didn’t falter, but inwardly, she clenched her jaw.

"I didn’t know you would be waiting for me, Father." She greeted him with a respectful nod before stepping further inside.

A short silence followed.

Then, without preamble, Reginald asked, "Do you have any idea why Draven picked that useless nobody to be his wife? Why would he disgrace himself, his clan, and our entire kind by marrying her?"

Wanda remained silent for a beat, carefully choosing her words.

Reginald leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes never leaving her. "I want you to sound him out. Find out his reasons and report to me."

Wanda hesitated briefly before answering. "Draven is... tight-lipped about it."

Reginald’s expression darkened. "Then find a way to loosen his tongue."

She hated when he spoke to her like that, as if her years beside Draven amounted to nothing. But she held her composure.

Reginald leaned back, scrutinizing her. "Does he like her?" he asked after a moment. "I saw how he defended her at the banquet. And he did not punish her after she disgraced him in front of the Elders. Is he taken with her?"

A bitter scoff nearly escaped Wanda’s lips, but she suppressed it.

"No," she said firmly. "I know Draven. He would never fall for someone like her. A cursed, wolfless woman? She isn’t his type. He would never stoop so low because of love."

Reginald raised an eyebrow. "Then why didn’t he marry you?"

The words hit Wanda like a knife to the gut.

Her lips parted slightly, but she had no immediate answer.

She had all the qualities of a strong Luna. She had stood by Draven’s side for years, aiding him in matters of strategy and governance. She had left her own pack behind to be here, all for him.

And yet... he had not chosen her.

The sting of that reality burned beneath her skin, but no, she wouldn’t break. She had come too far, given up too much, to let her father see any weakness.

"I don’t know," she admitted after a moment, hating the words even as she spoke them. "Draven has his own way of thinking. He doesn’t explain his choices."

Reginald’s expression darkened further.

"You have been by his side for years, yet you still can’t tell what he is thinking?" His voice rose slightly, filled with irritation.

Wanda instinctively took a step back. Though she carried herself with confidence, though she had spent years navigating political alliances and power plays, her father’s temper was something else entirely.

Her fingers curled tightly, nails pressing into her palms.

Then, Reginald rose to his feet.

His presence was formidable, his movements precise and controlled. But Wanda knew him well enough to sense the fury simmering beneath the surface.

"If you can’t get into the heart of a man you have followed for years," he said coldly, "then you are wasting my resources. And you are no different from that cursed deviant he married."

A sharp sting shot through Wanda’s chest. She felt insulted, but there was nothing she could do about it. This was her father after all.

She dropped her gaze immediately, schooling her features before she could betray any emotion.

"I apologize, Father." She kept her voice measured, steady.

Reginald studied her for a long moment, then exhaled through his nose. "Make sure you find out why he married her."

"Yes, Father."

He lingered for a few seconds, his sharp gaze assessing her. Then, just as abruptly as he had risen, he turned and sank back into his chair.

The tension in the room settled, but it did not ease.

After a brief pause, he shifted topics. "When are you returning to Duskmoor?"

"In two days," Wanda answered.

Reginald hummed in acknowledgment. Then his expression shifted slightly, a glint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. "I heard there’s been another killing."

Wanda nodded. "Yes. And we still don’t know who’s behind it."

Reginald leaned forward slightly. "Draven hasn’t uncovered anything yet?"

"No," she admitted. "Every investigation leads to a dead end. There aren’t enough clues to identify the killer."

Silence stretched between them.

Then, Reginald finally spoke. "Let me know when he gets the answers... or before he does."

Wanda nodded. "I will, father."

Reginald sat back, seemingly lost in thought.

Wanda, however, was already formulating a plan. freewebnσvel.cøm

She would find out why Draven had chosen Meredith. She would get into his head, even if it meant prying his secrets out one by one.

And when the time came, she would remind him that she was the only one truly fit to stand by his side.