The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400: The War (I)

(Third Person).

The word ’provoked’ landed like a curse.

Brackham’s gaze flickered toward the floor, his mind, toward the hidden levels beneath this very building— the sedated vampire secretly under his custody.

Then, he remembered the gunshot he had fired into its skull, the other day, and the way its eyes had still burned with fury before it lost consciousness.

Just then, the realization coiled cold in his stomach.

Could that be it? Could those demons somehow know that one of them was captured?

"Mayor," said another senator again, his voice low now, suspicious. "You look like a man with a secret. What aren’t you telling us?"

Brackham snapped his gaze up. "Nothing," he uttered too quickly. "Nothing of consequence. What matters is handling this crisis. I have been trying to reach Draven. His line isn’t connecting."

"That’s very convenient," someone muttered.

The room filled with the rustle of movement, half of them demanding explanations, the other half demanding evacuation.

"Do you realize," said one of the senators, "that if the vampires try to overrun the government house, we are trapped here? Our evacuation choppers barely made it through the airspace. We should be leaving, not waiting to die in this room."

Immediately, Brackham slammed his palm on the table, the sharp sound silencing them. "Enough! No one leaves until we have a plan. This city is under my control!"

But his words rang hollow even to him. The sound of gunfire outside seemed to mock his declaration.

Just then, a military aide hurried into the room and leaned close to whisper something in Brackham’s ear. The blood drained from his face.

"Sir, the vampires have completely surrounded the city," the aide reported quietly. "And I believe this place would be their next target."

The senators erupted—shouting, demanding orders, arguing over who was to blame. Brackham barely heard them. His mind was spinning, his breath shallow.

’They are coming for him. For the one below.’

Brackham turned toward the aide, his voice hoarse. "Double the guards on the lower levels. No one goes down there without my permission. Understood?"

The aide nodded and rushed out.

As the arguing grew louder, Brackham stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the window where the horizon glowed red.

For the first time that night, he felt a genuine tremor of fear.

But somewhere deep below this building, the chained vampire was waiting. And if his suspicions were correct, every creature in the dark was now on its way here to reclaim him.

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The distant roar of chaos still echoed faintly through the streets of Duskmoor—gunfire, screams, and the low, guttural growls that belonged to neither man nor beast.

Yet here, several blocks away from the government house, the world seemed unnaturally still.

Draven crouched low beside a half-crumbling wall, his eyes fixed on the sprawling structure ahead—the government house, its concrete walls gleaming pale under the searchlights that swept across the grounds.

Behind him, Jeffery and the warriors they had brought along crouched in silence, the moonlight catching on their weapons and tense faces.

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