299 Draven’s Sealed Vow

    299 Draven’s Sealed Vow

    ~Third Person-

    Wanda’s hands balled into fists against the sheets, her voice rising as her anger poured out.

    “I will take back what’s mine, either by hook or by crook! I underestimated that nobody, Levi. I thought her

    curse and herck of a wolf made her nothing. I should have finished her long ago. I should have used others

    to do it, plotted it properly, but I was blind. And now she stands where I should be–beside him!”

    Her chest heaved, her eyes burning with fury as she continued, “Draven belongs to me, not to that wolfless

    disgrace that would never amount to anything good.”

    Levi dropped the bloodstained cloth into the basin with a quiet ssh. His voice came calm, but edged with

    steel.

    “Enough, Wanda. You forget yourself. Draven is not your private property. He is the future King of our race.”

    “I don’t care!” Wanda snapped, her voice cracking. “King or not, he should have been mine!”

    Levi leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. “Do you even hear yourself? Tell me, do you truly love Draven, or are

    you just obsessed because of what Father drilled into you? Because of the power he wanted you to seize?”

    The words hit her like a blow. Wanda froze, her lips parting, but no sound came. For a moment, only the faint

    hiss of the firece filled the silence.

    Then her shoulders shook. Tears welled and spilled freely down her cheeks. She buried her face in her hands,

    her voice breaking apart.

    “I love Draven. I have always loved him.”

    Levi’s gaze softened faintly, though his expression stayed guarded. Then he rested a hand on her trembling

    shoulder, his voice quieter now.

    “Then stop letting Father twist that love into something poisonous. Because if you don’t, it will be the end of

    you.”

    Wanda wept harder, the sound muffled against her palms.

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    A few minutester, her sobs quicted to ragged breaths, her body trembling as she clutched at the sheets.

    “I can’t breathe properly,” she whispered, her voice breaking, “Knowing that he is probably holding another

    woman in his arms right now–another woman who isn’t me”

    Levi’s hand tightened gently on her shoulder. He crouched closer, his voice low, steady, as though he could

    anchor her with tone alone.

    “Wanda, don’t do this to yourself. Stop thinking about Draven. He isn’t worth destroying yourself over.”

    But she lifted her face, her tear–streaked eyes locking onto his. For a moment, he saw not his fierce sister,

    nor their father’s ambitious pawn, but a woman consumed by longing she couldn’t shake.

    “To not be with Draven…” her lips trembled, her voice thinned into a whisper, “…is death.”

    Levi’s chest tightened. He wanted to argue, to snap her out of it, but the sheer desperation in her gaze stole

    the words from his throat.

    And all he could do was hold her steady, his hand firm against her arm as her tears fell heavier.

    “Then live,” he muttered finally, his voice hoarse but resolute. “Even if it means living without him.”

    But Wanda only shook her head, clutching tighter at his arm, her expression crumbling with every breath.

    ***

    bDUSKMOOR/b.

    Draven’s boots struck quietly against the polished floor of the hallway, his stride measured, and his shoulders

    set with their usual authority.

    Just then, the phone in his pocket buzzed. He slipped it out and nced at the screen before answering.

    “Alpha,” came the steady voice of his trusted guard. “I’ve dropped Miss Wanda at her family’s residence, and

    her brother, Levi Fellowes was there.”

    Draven’s brows lifted slightly, though his tone stayed even. “Levi? Did he say anything?”

    “No,” the guard replied. “I only informed him of your reassignment for Miss Wanda. He said he would make

    sure she fulfills her duties.”

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    Draven was silent for a beat, his mind shifting quickly through the implications. Then, he said curtly, “Good. Stay in Stormveil for a few days. Watch for any movements and report directly back to me.”

    “Yes, Alpha.”

    The line clicked dead. Draven slid the phone back into his pocket, his jaw tightening just as a voice called lightly from behind him.

    “Brother,” Dennis drawled, catching up with an easy pace. “Has Wanda arrived?”

    Draven turned, his dark gaze meeting his brother’s. “Yes. She’s home. Levi was there when she was dropped

    off.”

    Dennis’s brows arched with curiosity as he fell into step beside him, their footsteps echoing together down

    the long hall toward the dining hall.

    “Levi, hmm? Knowing Reginald’s temperament, it seems like Wanda made sure to warn her brother ahead of

    time. She probably inquired him to be there before she arrived.”

    Draven’s lips curved faintly in acknowledgment. “Most likely.”

    Dennis’s grin widened as he slid his hands into his pockets. “Then that greedy man will be shocked and very

    unhappy.”

    Draven said nothing, though the flicker in his eyes suggested agreement.

    Together, they both crossed thest stretch of the hallway before arriving at the dining hall.

    The dining hall was warm with the soft tter of silverware and the low murmur of conversation.

    Meredith sat beside Draven, her expression softened in rare ease. And right beside her, Xamira clutched up a

    fork with a piece of meat perched at the tip.

    “Here, mydy,” she chimed happily, leaning forward. “Try it.”

    Meredith’s lips curved into a tender smile as she bent, taking the bite without hesitation.

    Xamira’s gaze observed as she chewed on it before she asked, “Do you like it?”

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    “It’s good,” Meredith nodded approvingly. “Thank you.”

    Draven raised his ss of water slowly, his gaze fixed on Meredith. He drank, the cool liquid grounding him

    as he made the vow silently in his heart:

    ‘I will do everything in my power to keep that ismile /ion iyour /iiface /iifor /ias ilong /iias /iI ilive/ii./i‘

    He set the ss down, his jaw tightening slightly as his resolve deepened. ‘I iwon’t /iilet /iianyone /iisteal /iyour happiness. Ore between us. ‘

    Then his eyes shifted to the left side of the table, settling on Mabel and Gary.

    Both siblings kept their heads down, their focus entirely on their food. But Draven’s gaze lingered on them,

    sharp and unblinking.

    i‘/iiEven /iiif /iiit /iiis /iiyour /iiown /iifamily/i,‘ he thought grimly. ‘iThis /iitime/ii, /iiI /iiwouldn’t /iibundle /iithem /iiback /ito iStormveil /iin ione /i

    ipiece/i.‘

    The faint clink of Meredith’sughter at something Xamira said pulled his eyes back to her. His expression softened instantly, his vow sealing itself deeper inside him.

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