The Moon Goddess 413 Summary


    In the chapter titled “The Moon Goddess 413,” Wanda awakens to find herselfte for breakfast, realizing that no servants havee to wake her. Frustrated by their negligence, she confronts a maid in the bathing chamber, demanding to be awakened earlier in the future. As she prepares for the day, her thoughts drift to Draven, a man she cares deeply for, and she feels a mix of longing and bitterness, especially as she imagines him with another woman.


    After dressing, Wanda overhears a conversation among the kitchen maids about Draven’s return from the Human city. This news elicits a surge of excitement and anxiety within her, prompting her to investigate further. She enters the dining room to find her father already seated, and as she attempts to share the news of Draven’s return, she discovers that her father was already aware of it. This revtion stirs a sense of betrayal in Wanda, as she grapples with the implications of her father’s secrecy.


    The tension esctes when Wanda questions her father about why he hadn’t informed her of Draven’s return. His harsh response serves to remind her of her ce within the household, leaving her feeling small and powerless. The conversation highlights the strained dynamic between them, as Wanda struggles with her emotions and the weight of her father’s authority. Despite her outwardposure at the dining table, she is internally conflicted, feeling a mix of anger and confusion about her father’s motives.


    The chapter concludes with Wanda’s internal turmoil, as she realizes that her father’s knowledge of Draven’s return and his decision to withhold that information has deepened the rift between them. The atmosphere in the room is thick with unspoken tension, reflecting theplexities of familial rtionships and the emotional stakes involved in her connection with Draven. Wanda is left to navigate her feelings of frustration, longing, and the unsettling reality of her father’s control over her life.Continue Regr Chapter Reading Below


    **TITLE: The Moon Goddess 413**


    **CONTENT: 413 Father Knew**


    [Wanda]


    The rhythmic ticking of the clock echoed in the stillness of my room, gradually pulling me from the depths of sleep.


    I blinked at the ceiling above, my mind foggy and disoriented for a fleeting moment. It took a moment for my gaze to shift to the clock perched on the nightstand.


    Seven o’clock.


    The realization hit me like a cold ssh of water. ‘Seven?’


    “Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath, irritation bubbling up as I tossed the covers aside. The sheets still carried the warmth of my slumber, and I could feel the faint ache in my muscles from the rigorous training the night before, but the annoyance quickly overshadowed any remnants of fatigue.


    Not a single servant hade to rouse me. Not one soul had bothered to fulfill their duty.


    Had the entire household forgotten their responsibilities?


    Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I sat up, the silk hem of my night robe brushing against my knees.


    Breakfast was scheduled for eight, and I knew Father would already be seated in the dining room by that time. He despised tardiness, and truth be told, so did I.


    I stood, slipped my feet into the waiting slippers, and made my way to the bathing chamber, only to find a servant already there.


    A girl knelt beside the bath, pouring a vial of fragrant oil into the water, the soothing scent ofvender wafting through the air.


    She startled at my appearance. “Miss! You’re awake already!”


    “Obviously,” I replied sharply, crossing my arms over my chest. “Why wasn’t I woken up? It’s past seven.”


    The servant immediately dropped her gaze, her cheeks flushing. “Forgive me, my Lady. I wanted to finish preparing your bath first, then—”


    “Then you forgot your duty,” I interrupted coldly. “Next time, I expect to be awakened before the bath is drawn.”


    “Yes, Miss,” she stammered.


    “Leave,” Imanded, my tone brooking no argument.


    She bowed deeply before making a hasty exit, the door clicking shut behind her.


    For a moment, I stood there, anger simmering just beneath the surface. Servants these days had grown so careless, sox in their duties.


    I untied the sash of my robe, letting the silk slip from my shoulders and pool softly on the floor. The bath water shimmered invitingly, steam curling up in delicate tendrils. I sank into the warmth, allowing the heat to envelop me, loosening the tension in my shoulders like a gentle embrace.


    The room fell into a tranquil silence, save for the faint crackle of candles and the gentle drip of water from the spout.


    I tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering shut, and let my thoughts drift to the one man who upied the deepest corners of my heart.


    Draven.


    His name surfaced in my mind like an instinct I hadn’t yet managed to suppress.


    What could he be doing at this very moment?


    Did he ever think of me?


    A bitter smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Probably not. Not with that wretched woman clinging to him like a leech.


    I scoffed softly, dipping a hand into the water and watching the ripples spread across the surface.


    Eventually, I rose, dried myself off, and slipped into a simple ck dress that hugged my waist just right. There was no need for embellishments; even simplicity could exude elegance when worn with confidence.


    As I stepped into the hall, the manor was already alive with activity, the clinking of dishes and the sound of footsteps echoing off the polished floors.


    I made my way down the staircase, andughter floated up from the corridor leading to the kitchen.


    Frowning, I paused. “These servants are certainly asking for punishment.”


    Without a moment’s hesitation, I followed the sound, my heels making no sound against the floor. Theughter grew clearer, apanied by snippets of conversation.


    Then, just as I neared the doorway, one name froze me in my tracks.


    “…Alpha Draven…”


    My heart skipped a beat. I leaned slightly toward the open door, the scent of freshly baked bread wafting into my nostrils, intoxicating and warm.


    “…yes,” one of the kitchen maids said, her voice hushed andced with excitement. “I heard it myself. They say he returned this morning with a convoy of cars, all the way from the Human city—”


    The rest of her words faded into a blur, drowned out by the rush of adrenaline in my ears.


    Draven? Draven has returned? How?


    Before I could fully process my thoughts, I found myself moving. I stepped through the doorway, and the chatter of the maids abruptly ceased, silence enveloping the room like a thick fog.


    All three of them froze, eyes wide, one still holding a basket of eggs suspended in midair.


    “Where did you hear that?” I demanded, my voice low but edged with authority.


    The maid with the basket stammered, “My Lady—I—uh, I only heard it in passing. People in the local store were talking, that’s all.”


    I stared at her for a moment, my pulse steady yet heavy, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind.


    “Get back to work,” I finally said, my tone leaving no room for argument.


    They scattered like startled birds, not a word exchanged among them.


    I turned sharply and exited the kitchen, my footsteps brisk and measured.


    It felt surreal that the man I had been preupied with for months would return home, and I would learn of it through mere gossip.


    My mind raced toprehend the implications of this news.


    The corridor stretched before me, and at its end, the imposing doors of Father’s study stood closed, as they always did.


    Yet, I needed to verify the news for myself, and there was only one person who could provide the answers I sought at that moment.


    When I entered the dining room, the long table was already impably set. Silverware gleamed under the light, and the rich aroma of roasted meat mingled with the warmth of freshly baked bread.


    I took my usual seat on the right side of the table, just below where Father presided.


    I folded my hands in myp, maintaining aposed expression while my thoughts swirled with the excitement and anxiety surrounding Draven’s return.


    The news unsettled something deep within me—anger, perhaps, or something far more dangerous.


    The servants moved in and out quietly, cing dishes in front of me, arranging goblets, and lighting thest candle, but I paid them no mind, my eyes fixed on the tall door at the far end of the room.


    Momentster, the door swung open, and my father strode in.


    Even after all these years, his presencemanded the room before he crossed to the head of the table without so much as a nce in my direction.


    I quickly rose, bowing my head respectfully. “Good morning, Father.”


    He offered a small nod, neither warm nor cold, and took his seat. Only then did I resume my own ce at the table.


    The servants hurried to pour wine into his goblet and arrange his te. I kept my gaze lowered, waiting in silence until he picked up his knife and began to cut into the roast.


    “Father,” I said softly, choosing my words with care. “I heard something this morning.”


    He didn’t look up, but I noticed the brief pause in his hand as he sliced through the meat.


    “Draven has returned to Stormveil.”


    That caught his attention. His knife halted mid-slice, and slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet mine.


    The silence stretched between us, heavy andden with unspoken tension. Then, without altering his expression, he asked, “And what about it?”


    My heart gave a traitorous lurch. Father knew?


    I struggled to maintain a neutral facade, but my voice quivered slightly as I asked, “You already knew?”


    His gaze hardened, a steely glint evident. “Of course I did.”


    The atmosphere in the room shifted, thickening with an unspoken understanding.


    “Then… why didn’t you tell me?”


    The question slipped from my lips before I could rein it in. The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them, for in the next instant, his palm struck the table with a resounding crack that echoed off the walls.


    My fork jumped slightly on my te, startled by the sudden outburst.


    “You forget your ce,” he said, his voice low yet cutting. “You will not question me about what I choose to share.”


    I flinched, instinctively lowering my gaze. Heat flooded my cheeks, but I dared not speak again.


    “Yes, Father,” I murmured, my fingers tightening around the edge of my napkin as if it were a lifeline.


    For what felt like an eternity, he stared at me, then resumed his meal as if nothing had transpired.


    I forced myself to breathe, lifting my own cutlery with hands that trembled ever so slightly. The silverware clinked softly against my te, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within me.


    Outwardly, I maintained myposure. But inside, a sharp, cold tension settled behind my ribs.


    So, Father knew all about this and had deliberately kept it from me? Why?Conclusion


    The revtion of Draven’s return, coupled with my father’s dismissive response, left me reeling in a whirlwind of emotions. The anger that had simmered beneath the surface now surged forth, mingling with feelings of betrayal and confusion. I had spent countless nights dreaming of his presence, only to realize that the man who upied my heart had been a mere pawn in arger game, one that my father had orchestrated without my knowledge. The weight of my father’s authority pressed down on me, stifling my voice and quelling my desire for answers. I was trapped in a gilded cage, my wings clipped by the very man who was supposed to protect me. My heart ached not only for Draven but for the freedom to choose my own path, to confront the truths thaty hidden in the shadows of our lives.


    As I sat at the dining table, the clinking of silverware and the muted conversations of the servants faded into a distant hum, overshadowed by the storm brewing within me. The tension between my father and me had transformed into a chasm that felt impossible to bridge. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a flicker of determination ignited within my chest. I would no longer remain passive in the face of my father’s control. The time hade to reim my voice, to seek the truth about Draven and the secrets that bound us. As the meal progressed, I resolved to confront my father, to demand the answers I deserved. The Moon Goddess had awakened something fierce within me, and I was ready to embrace the unknown, no matter the cost.What to Expect in Next Chapter?


    In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension between Wanda and her father to escte as she grapples with the implications of his secretive behavior regarding Draven’s return. Wanda’s determination to uncover the truth will drive her to confront her father further, leading to a sh of wills that could reveal deeper family dynamics and hidden agendas. As she navigates theplex web of expectations and power ys within the household, the stakes will rise, and Wanda’s quest for autonomy will be increasingly urgent.


    Moreover, Draven’s unexpected arrival will serve as a catalyst for change, igniting emotions within Wanda that she has long tried to suppress. Will she find the courage to pursue her feelings for him despite the obstacles in her path? As the chapter unfolds, the anticipation will build around their potential reunion, and the reader will be left wondering whether love can truly flourish in a world rife with familial duty and expectations. The introduction of new characters and alliances may alsoplicate Wanda’s journey, setting the stage for a whirlwind of romance, rivalry, and revtions that will keep readers on the edge of their seats.


    Cede


    <strong>Cede</strong> is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a ir for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cede’s storytelling style is immersive and addictive—perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.