The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven - Chapter 453

Chapter 453: My Sister, Not My Woman
[Third Person].

Wanda rolled her eyes sharply, turning her body away from him as she placed the glass in the sink.

Levi chuckled softly. “For some reason, you seem to be mad at me.”

Wanda ignored him completely. She didn’t acknowledge him; no greeting. No glance.

Levi stepped behind her anyway, sliding his hands gently over her arms in a familiar, intimate touch, then leaned in to kiss her cheek.

Wanda jerked away as if burned. She took two steps aside, putting space between them, her brows furrowing in disgust.

“Don’t come close to me,” she snapped, voice brittle. “Not when you reek of sex.”

Levi blinked, then let out a small, knowing sigh. “So you are jealous.”

Wanda scoffed. “How can I be jealous when I heard you fucking your wife without a hint of reservation?”

Levi nodded as if confirming a theory. “I thought as much. I knew someone was at the door, listening.”

His smirk deepened. “Did you have fun listening?”

Wanda’s breath hitched. It wasn’t funny. None of this was amusing for her.

Her chest tightened as heat stung her eyes. She hated that she was crying. She hated that she even cared so much.

Her vision blurred as she looked down, blinking fast.

The moment Levi noticed the tears, the teasing expression vanished from his face.

“Wanda…” His voice softened.

Then, he closed the distance between them and gently wrapped his arms around her, drawing her against his chest.

Wanda didn’t pull away this time. She let her forehead press against him as muffled, angry sobs broke from her lips.

Levi held her there, patiently, rubbing her back in slow circles the way he used to when they were younger, and other times he used to comfort her.

“Hey,” he murmured, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Wanda clenched the front of his singlet tightly, her tears soaking into the fabric.

Levi leaned down slightly, his voice lowering to a whisper near her ear. “Next time, don’t do that,” he said gently. “You will only get hurt.”

Wanda’s hand pressed shakily against his chest as she sniffed. “How am I supposed to cope… knowing you sleep with that woman?”

Levi exhaled—a slow, tired breath. Then, he placed a hand on her head, patting her hair softly.

“Wanda,” he said quietly, “the woman you are talking about is my wife.”

Wanda’s grip tightened, her chest constricting painfully.

His words, ‘She is my wife’, pierced her chest like a jagged splinter. She knew it, but she simply didn’t want to accept it.

Her voice came out low, tight, trembling with emotions she didn’t dare name.

“Levi…” she whispered into his chest, “you still love me more than her, right?”

Levi stiffened only for a second—barely noticeable to anyone else. But Wanda felt it.

So, she clung tighter, afraid of the answer, scared of the silence stretching between them. Levi gently loosened her grip, lifting her chin so she had to look at him.

His expression was calm—too calm.

“Wanda,” he said quietly, “I love you. You are my sister, not my woman. And nothing will ever change that.”

Wanda’s lips parted slightly. But then—

He added, “Vivian is my wife. My partner. The woman I chose.”

The words sliced through her like a cold blade. Her throat clenched. Her eyes burned, her jaw trembling as she struggled to hold herself together.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly. “No… you loved me first. You always cared for me first. You always—”

“Wanda.” Levi cut her off gently but firmly. Then he wiped one of her tears with his thumb.

“What I feel for Vivian is different. It has to be.” He brushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. “And you need to accept that.”

But Wanda couldn’t. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, a mixture of jealousy and desperation twisting violently inside her.

“I’m still your priority,” she insisted, voice cracking. “I always have been.”

Levi sighed softly, rubbing her back again. “You are important to me, Wanda. You always will be. But I’m married. I have responsibilities—”

Before he could finish, the sound of soft footsteps approached the kitchen. Both of them turned their heads to see Vivian standing in the doorway.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, her hair loosely tied back.

And she was wearing one of Levi’s shirts—clearly his shirt—and nothing else visible beneath the oversized hem.

Wanda’s fingers curled into fists instantly.

Vivian blinked, surprised for a heartbeat, then offered a soft smile as if she hadn’t overheard anything.

“Oh… Wanda. Levi.” Her voice was warm, almost embarrassingly gentle. “I didn’t know you two were here.”

Wanda’s gaze darkened.

Vivian’s eyes flicked to Wanda’s tearful face, then to Levi’s hand still resting on Wanda’s shoulder.

Concern softened her features. “Wanda, are you alright? You look upset.”

Wanda nearly hissed. But before she could unleash her rage, Levi stepped forward slightly—without even realizing he was shielding Vivian with his body.

It was a subtle gesture—a small instinct. But Wanda noticed, and it shattered something inside her.

Levi gave Vivian a faint smile. “She’s fine,” he assured her. “We were just talking.”

Vivian nodded, stepping inside the kitchen and brushing a hand along Levi’s arm, leaning subtly into his side.

“I was worried you disappeared on me,” she said softly, tilting her head up to him.

Wanda saw it—the intimacy, the quiet familiarity. And her blood boiled.

Vivian turned back to her with genuine kindness. “If you need anything, Wanda, I can—”

“I don’t need anything from you.” Wanda’s voice was cold and razor-sharp.

Vivian blinked, completely taken aback.

Levi shot Wanda a warning look. “Wanda,” he said quietly.

But Wanda wasn’t listening. She stood straighter, her expression turning icy and controlled as she wiped the last trace of tears from her cheeks.

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” she said with a brittle smile. “Enjoy your night.”

Then she turned and walked away, her spine rigid with fury.

Behind her, she heard Levi sigh and Vivian whisper something soft and worried. But she didn’t care.

As she marched down the hallway toward her bedroom, one thought pounded in her skull, louder than her own heartbeat:

“She is taking everything away from me just like that useless bitch, Meredith.”