The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479: No Matter What Valmora Thinks

[Meredith].

Draven’s eyes snapped to mine. Silence pressed between us, heavy, suffocating.

In that moment, both of us understood that this wasn’t an accident or suicide. This was something else.

Something that terrified a grown woman into complete silence. Something lurking inside this house. Something close to Xamira.

A heavy silence lingered after my last words, about fear so deep it could silence a scream.

Then I drew in a slow breath and asked quietly, "Who else knows about this? Besides us?"

Draven didn’t hesitate. "Dennis. And the guard who found the body."

Only three people.

"And your father?" I pressed. "Or anyone in authority? You don’t want to tell them?"

His expression hardened. "Tell my father?" He almost scoffed.

"Meredith, he hates humans. He doesn’t care if they live or die. What do you think will happen if I tell him the human nanny of my human daughter fell from a balcony?"

I exhaled softly. He was right. Nothing would happen. Nothing would change—no justice, no investigation, just... indifference.

Draven continued with a low tone. "He would dismiss it. And if word spreads, it puts Xamira in even more danger. People already talk quietly. I won’t give them fuel."

I understood painfully well.

"Still," I said, straightening, "we need to find out why she died, and how. This isn’t something we can ignore."

Draven nodded. "I’m on it already."

A small weight lifted from my chest. But another instantly replaced it. "Draven, if something truly frightened that woman... what if Xamira is in danger?"

His jaw clenched, and I knew the thought had been haunting him, too.

"Keeping her locked in that room all day won’t help," I added softly. "She’s a child. She needs people. Sunlight. Company."

I was met with silence, then I told him the truth, settling in my heart. "I want to see her."

He met my gaze—calm, inscrutable, and ultimately nodded. "Go ahead," he said quietly.

It wasn’t just permission, it was trust. And I intended to protect that child with everything in me.

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Xamira’s bedroom door was slightly ajar. I knocked gently anyway and stepped inside.

Lucy, the new nanny, was standing behind Xamira, carefully brushing out her dark hair. The moment Xamira saw me, her entire face lit up like sunrise.

"My lady!" she squealed.

Before I could react, she hopped off her little stool and ran straight into my arms. I bent down and hugged her tightly.

Lucy bowed deeply. "Good morning, Luna."

I gave her a small nod. "Good morning."

My attention returned to Xamira, who clung to me with so much innocent joy that my heart squeezed.

’Look at her... so harmless. And yet Valmora bristles every time this child is near me.’ I still didn’t understand why.

I took Xamira’s hand and led her back to her seat. "Have you eaten breakfast?"

She shook her head, her cheeks puffed a little. "No. I just woke up. Lucy is about to feed me."

"I see."

Lucy resumed brushing her hair, dividing it neatly into two pigtails. Xamira dug into a tiny basket beside her and pulled out several colourful hair ties, then presented them proudly to me.

"My lady, pick one!"

I smiled. "Hmm... this one."

She giggled as Lucy used the chosen tie to secure her hair.

Xamira obeyed immediately, hopping onto her chair and swinging her legs as she picked up her spoon.

The first bite made her hum in satisfaction—the innocence in that tiny sound pulled at something in my chest.

Lucy quietly busied herself—folding blankets, smoothing pillows, straightening the small shelf near the window. Her steps were soft enough not to disturb us.

As Xamira ate, she looked up at me with sparkling eyes.

"My lady, we can do a lot of things today," she announced proudly. "We can read, or draw or—or we can knit!"

I raised a brow, amused. "Knit? Do you know how to knit?"

She nodded so eagerly her pigtails bounced. "Lucy is teaching me! I already learned how to make a straight line. Look!"

She mimed the motion with her spoon—two tiny hands flicking forward in a clumsy imitation of knitting needles.

I smiled despite myself. "Is that so?"

"Yes!" Her grin widened. "After I finish eating, I will show you everything I learned."

Her excitement was so sincere, so bright that for a moment, I simply watched her—watched the way she leaned toward me. Watched how freely she chattered when she was comfortable. Watched the pure trust she placed in me without hesitation.

And something inside me softened.

This little girl had already lost too much, plus the chance to be a normal child in a home where many would hate her for her bloodline.

Xamira didn’t need a Luna right now. What she needed was someone to shield her from this world.

My heart tightened as she took another bite and swung her legs gently.

’I will protect you,’ I promised silently. ’No matter what Valmora thinks. No matter what danger lurks here. No matter who dislikes your presence.’

Xamira glanced up at me mid-bite and smiled again—innocent, trusting, unaware of any darkness. And I smiled back.

Today, she would have a good day. I would make sure of it.