The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 399

Chapter 399: He Could Sense the Connection

(Third Person).

Minutes after Mayor Brackham returned to his office, he still stood frozen before the glass wall, his reflection flickering against the flames outside.

His face was drawn tight, pale, his lips trembling faintly as if words had abandoned him.

Two days.

That was all it had been since Draven and his werewolves had driven the vampires away—or so he had believed.

His mind replayed that moment vividly: the Alpha’s calm, unreadable face... the weight of his words before leaving.

"Exercise a little patience, then you will understand."

Brackham swallowed hard. The same words now echoed in his mind like a curse.

He turned sharply from the window and began pacing across the room, his shoes clattering against the marble floor.

"This can’t be happening," he muttered under his breath. "Those vile things shouldn’t be back. They— they can’t—"

But the more he tried to rationalize it, the more the truth began to claw at his thoughts.

’Could this have something to do with the vampire now lying chained in his secret lab beneath the government house?’ he thought to himself.

The next second, a shiver crept down his spine. The pondered was absurd... yet, the timing—

He pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to steady his breathing.

"Damn it," he hissed, and reached for his phone.

His fingers trembled as he dialed Draven’s number. The line rang once. Twice. Three times.

No answer.

He ended the call and redialed immediately, but this time, the screen flashed ’Call Failed.’

Brackham clenched his jaw, slamming the phone down onto his desk. "Where the hell is he?"

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway outside. A young officer burst through the door, panting.

"Sir, the senators have just landed on the rooftop! They are demanding to see you!"

Brackham’s head snapped toward him, his eyes wide and hollow. "The senators?"

"Yes, sir. They arrived by helicopter. They said it was urgent—"

"Urgent," Brackham muttered bitterly, a dry laugh escaping him. "Everything is urgent when the city’s burning."

The officer hesitated, clearly unsure how to respond. "Sir, should I bring them in?"

Brackham turned toward the window again, watching as flames devoured a nearby district. Somewhere in the distance, the shrill wail of a child echoed, quickly silenced.

He felt something twist deep in his chest—a cold, sinking dread that stole the last of his arrogance.

He had thought he was in control.

He had believed that by capturing one vampire, he had power.

Now he understood how small he really was.

"Tell them..." Brackham said softly, his voice hoarse. "Tell them I will join them shortly."

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