The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 592

Chapter 592: He Will Answer to Them

[Third Person].

Meredith did not linger before setting out again.

She picked fresh flowers from the garden, then selected a new vase before adding a basket of fresh fruits.

When she reached the underground residence, Rosalie’s reaction was immediate. The woman’s eyes softened, and a rare, genuine smile spread across her face as she took in the offerings.

Meredith kept the visit brief. She watched quietly as the caregiver discarded the wilted flowers from days ago. Once the old arrangement was cleared, Meredith replaced it with the fresh blooms she had brought, setting them carefully into the new vase.

Then, she calmly retrieved the previous vase without comment and offered a few gentle words to Rosalie before excusing herself. She didn’t want to stay longer after getting what she had come for.

Dinner passed later in the main house, subdued and restrained. Meredith ate with measured calm, her thoughts elsewhere. When the meal ended, she headed upstairs to the bedroom alone with the vase, knowing without needing to ask that Draven had chosen this moment for his brother.

On the terrace, the night air was cool and sharp.

Dennis stood near the railing when Draven joined him. For a moment, neither spoke. The estate lay quiet below them, lanterns glowing softly against the darkness.

Then, without circling the truth or softening it, Draven broke the silence. He told Dennis everything.

That the woman Dennis believed to be his mother was not his biological mother. That she was his mother alone. That their father had deceived them, had deceived everyone.

Draven spoke of his mother’s origin, of her being a vampire, of Estella—the sister Dennis only knew little about—and of Randall’s cruelty, manipulation, and calculated ambition.

Dennis felt his world fractured.

"No," he said hoarsely, shaking his head. "That’s—no. You’re lying."

Draven didn’t move. "I wish I were."

Dennis staggered back a step, hands gripping the railing. His breath came uneven, his chest rising too fast, too hard.

"So... she wasn’t my mother?" His voice broke. "All those years—"

He laughed once, sharply, the sound edged with pain. Then his composure shattered completely.

Dennis turned away, his shoulders shaking as the truth crushed down on him. The realization that he did not even know who his real mother was, whether she was alive or dead, hit harder than anything else.

Tears slipped free, unchecked, and his anger flared wildly beneath the grief.

"That bastard," Dennis snarled. "He lied to us. He lied to me."

His temper spiked, erratic and raw, power rolling off him in unstable waves. For a moment, it looked as though he might truly lose control.

Draven stepped in without hesitation and pulled him into a firm embrace, anchoring him, holding him steady despite the storm tearing through his brother.

It broke something in Draven to see Dennis like this—his laughter gone, and his confidence stripped bare.

"I know," Draven said quietly. "I know."

They stayed there for a long time, the night wrapping around them as Dennis’s rage slowly gave way to grief, his breathing eventually evening out.

When Dennis finally lifted his head, his eyes were red but burning with resolve. "He has to answer for this," he said. "I won’t let him get away with it."

Draven nodded. "He will."

Dennis clenched his fists. "Whatever you need me to do, whatever it takes—I’m in."

Draven placed a hand on his shoulder, firm and steady. "Not yet. First, I will help you find out the truth about your birth mother. And when the time comes, then Father will answer to both of us."

Dennis nodded slowly.

The brothers remained on the terrace, side by side, the weight of the heavy, painful truth settling between them, but no longer carried alone.

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