The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven
Chapter 148: The Prank Call

Chapter 148: The Prank Call

Meredith.

I freshened up first, if only to kill the anticipation stirring in my chest. The kind of anticipation that makes your fingers twitch and your thoughts run five seconds ahead of your body.

After slipping into my dress from this morning and Azul braiding my hair, I padded barefoot back into the room and sank onto the sofa, dragging the small silver bowl of almonds and cashews that Deidra brought for me closer.

I popped one into my mouth and leaned back, savouring the satisfying saltiness on my tongue.

I let Azul and the others move around me like clockwork, feeling a quiet kind of satisfaction bloom in my chest.

Then, finally, one by one, the girls excused themselves, but not without throwing a few glances in my direction.

"Will you be needing anything else, my lady?" Deidra asked, pausing by the door.

"No, thank you." I smiled, and she finally stepped out.

The door clicked softly behind them.

Perfect.

I stood up, walked straight to my nightstand, and crouched to open the bottom drawer. My fingers brushed the lavender-coloured phone tucked inside. I pulled it out slowly, like I was uncovering a secret artifact, and straightened.

Returning to the sofa, I turned the phone over in my hand, a glint flickering across my eyes. The device lit up as I tapped the screen.

I unlocked it with a swipe—something Dennis had made me practice again and again until I could do it in my sleep.

My thumb hovered over the contacts. I just had two of them.

There it was, ’Hubby’ with three red hearts next to it. I winced a little.

Dennis. That smug grin of his when he saved it like that. I’d meant to change it, but part of me liked the idea of Draven seeing it and doing that thing with his eyebrow—the one that always made him look like he was silently judging the entire universe.

I tapped the name and pressed the call button. The line rang. And rang.

I leaned back, fingers drumming against the side of the phone. Then—nothing. The call ended.

I stared at the screen, mildly offended. I hadn’t expected him to answer with roses and flattery, but silence?

I redialled.

The line rang again, longer this time. Then—click. It connected.

I froze. He was there.

I smiled a little, pressing the phone more firmly to my ear. But neither of us spoke. I was waiting for him to ask, Who is this?

And he was probably waiting for me to say something first.

Three seconds passed. Four. Five. Then—click.

He hung up.

I pulled the phone away and scoffed.

"You don’t want to say a word, huh?" I muttered, redialling without missing a beat.

This time, I kept a smirk on my face the entire time it rang.

He picked up again. No words. Just empty air on both sides. Then he disconnected the call again.

"Wow," I said under my breath, eyes narrowing. "Two can play this game."

The man wasn’t even giving me a chance to carry out my prank. But who was he kidding me?

I had already made up my mind to do it, and even pictured myself celebrating my clean win. So, I redialled, but there was no answer.

It went straight to voicemail from what the female mechanical voice just said.

"Oh," I whispered, tilting my head at the screen. "You are blocking off my calls?"

The irritation didn’t last long. It morphed into a grin, imagining the stoic look on Draven’s face right now.

I tapped the message icon and started typing slowly, deliberately, the way Dennis had shown me.

"You had the chance to speak. Twice. I won’t beg for attention. But just so you know... I know you know more than you can imagine. And what do you think will happen when I finally lay my hands on your little innocent wife?"

Then I hit send.

I tossed the phone onto the cushion beside me, crossed my legs, and plucked another cashew from the bowl.

I leaned back into the plush curve of the sofa, my expression smug and composed.

"Let’s see if you won’t call me back and speak finally," I murmured.

And if he didn’t... well, that only meant I’d have to escalate this prank further.

Or maybe I had underestimated Draven’s IQ.

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~**Draven**~

"Wait until I get my hands on you," I muttered under my breath.

I had been lying flat on the bed, one arm folded over my forehead, breath slow, trying to catch some sleep, shirtless, in sweatpants, bare feet crossed at the ankles, when a random number decided it could prank me and disrupt my peace.

How can someone call repeatedly and not say a word?

I was just about to put the phone down when it lit up for a third time. No patience this time. I disconnected the call immediately and shoved the phone across the bed, letting it fall into the sheets.

Sleep was gone.

I sat up slowly, resting my elbows on my knees. My eyes stayed on the phone like it might ring again. But it didn’t this time.

Instead, it chimed, notifying me of a text.

I leaned over and grabbed it. It was from the same unknown number. I tapped the screen and read the message.

"You had the chance to speak. Twice. I won’t beg for attention. But just so you know... I know you know more than you can imagine. And what do you think will happen when I finally lay my hands on your little innocent wife?"

My eyes narrowed as I read the words twice. Then a third time. My jaw ticked.

My thumb tightened over the edge of the phone.

"Caught you," I said quietly.

I swung my legs off the bed and stood. Slid my feet into the slippers near the edge of the rug and walked out of my room, not bothering with a shirt.

I walked straight to the door next to mine and knocked twice.

There was a pause before her voice, soft as ever.

"Enter."

I pushed the door open without hesitation.