The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: More Hands on Deck

Draven.

The study was dimly lit, with only the golden light of the desk lamp casting shadows across the deep mahogany furniture.

I leaned back in my chair, one leg folded across the other, my fingers steepled under my chin as Dennis and Jeffery gave their reports.

Jeffery went first.

"The meeting was a joke," he said, his voice tight with barely veiled contempt. "Brackham and his allies..."

I nodded once. I hadn’t expected anything more. "They are still trying to buy more time."

Then Dennis spoke, his tone more subdued. "We stopped for lunch at one of the local places. While eating, we overheard a woman talking to her friend — it sounded like she was the same woman you told us about. The one who was taken."

My attention sharpened.

"She said she was sedated and locked in a cell for a little over two weeks. Heard voices talking about ’termination,’ ’phase three,’ and ’specimens.’ Then she woke up dumped on the streets... with her baby gone."

I exhaled slowly, not out of shock, but bitter affirmation. "They made a mistake."

Dennis tilted his head, waiting for more.

"They should have killed her," I said flatly, meeting both of their eyes. "Now that she’s survived and knows her own kind did this to her, she won’t stay silent. Word will spread. No matter how Brackham spins it — even if he keeps blaming ’organ harvesters’ — this is going to spiral."

Jeffery frowned. "You think it will unravel everything they’ve built?"

"Eventually," I replied. "Their dreamy attempt to paint us as monsters and themselves as victims is going to backfire. They thought it was a clean trick. They underestimated the chaos a single grieving mother can cause."

I didn’t need anyone to tell me this. Brackham will definitely one day resort to trying to defame us just so he and his cohorts will get away with their madness.

Dennis leaned forward now, fire lighting in his eyes. "Then the sooner we find that lab, the better. We can’t let it keep running. Once we have the evidence, we raise it to dust."

I looked at him. "I never intended to let it survive. That lab was always going to burn—I just need it to burn with proof."

Jeffery nodded. "Still... once we destroy it, Brackham and his people will know we were behind it. They will connect the dots."

"They will," I agreed. "But they will be too late to stop it."

Dennis’s mouth curled into a grim line. "I don’t trust them to lick their wounds quietly. They are too shameless, too arrogant... too wicked. If they lose the lab, they will surely retaliate."

"They will," I said. "And I’m expecting it."

That drew both of them to silence for a beat. I continued.

"Especially if there’s no vampire interference. Brackham will start the war himself. Which is why we must be prepared for whatever we ignite. If this is the act that breaks the peace treaty, then history will record exactly how it happened—how the humans crossed the line first, and how we answered after exercising patience for months."

Jeffery looked down at his hands, then spoke again. "Until then, we need to hold our ground. I suggest none of our people enter Duskmoor. We need to contain this."

Dennis nodded beside him. "Agreed. We should be thinking of getting our people out of here safely. Not bringing more into the fire."

Their reasoning was sound.

"I will speak with King Alderic," I said. "Request a travel ban on werewolves leaving Stormveil and coming into Duskmoor. Effective immediately."

That earned two nods of approval.

I watched them stand and leave, then leaned back again in my chair, eyes drifting to the slowly dying fire in the hearth.

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