The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 594

Chapter 594: Meredith Had None

[Third Person].

The Fellowes residence was unusually lively this evening, especially Reginald’s study.

Reginald stood beside the fireplace, one hand resting on the carved mantelpiece, a glass of dark liquor in his other hand, while Wanda sat opposite him, elegant even in stillness, her posture composed, yet her eyes sharp with anticipation.

"It’s done," Reginald said at last.

Wanda’s fingers stilled on the armrest. "Done?"

He gave a short, satisfied nod. "More than half of the council stand with me. That wolfless woman will never be crowned Queen."

Almost immediately, a smile spread across Wanda’s lips. "So, they won’t fix a coronation date?" she asked.

"Not until the matter is resolved," Reginald replied. "And it cannot be resolved."

Wanda leaned forward slightly. But just to be clear, she couldn’t help asking, "Father, are you sure there are no loopholes for Draven to manipulate?"

"There is one." His tone was firm, assured. "The condition is clear. The Queen must possess a wolf, not status, sentiment, or marriage. A wolf."

Wanda relaxed back into her seat. "Meredith is empty," she said confidently. "I know it."

Her father studied her for a moment, then asked, "And you are certain?"

"Yes." Wanda’s voice carried quiet certainty. "Even though back in Duskmoor, Draven used to train her in combat drills, strategy, and endurance." She paused, brows knitting faintly. "But training doesn’t create a wolf."

Reginald scoffed openly. "She can train until her bones crack," he said dismissively. "Without a wolf, she is nothing more than a human playing dress-up among werewolves."

Then his gaze hardened as he added, "And no amount of swordplay will give her the instinct, the strength, or the authority that comes with a wolf spirit. The crown is not charity."

"I would like to see how she manoeuvres this situation," Wanda’s lips curved higher. "She has always had a way of slipping through traps."

Her father’s expression turned calculating. "This time, there is no trap to slip through. I have made sure of it."

Wanda’s eyes gleamed. "And I would very much like to see how Alpha Draven saves his beloved mate now."

Then, she let out a soft, amused laugh. "He has always shielded her. Protected her. Defended her." She tilted her head slightly. "Let’s see how he defends her from the law itself."

Reginald took a slow sip of his drink. "He won’t be able to," he said with quiet satisfaction.

A heavy, confident silence settled between them. Then Wanda straightened.

"Father, I want to attend the next council meeting," she said.

Reginald looked at her for a moment, then nodded. "You may."

Her smile turned smug, controlled. "I want to watch from a good angle," she added softly.

Reginald’s eyes gleamed with approval. "Then prepare yourself," he said. "The stage is set."

Wanda rose gracefully from her seat and offered a small bow of thanks. "Oh, I am prepared, Father. Believe me," she replied.

And as she turned toward the doorway, her smile deepened.

Meredith would soon learn that affection could not crown a Queen. Only power could. And in Wanda’s mind, Meredith had none.

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Meanwhile, Dinner at the Oatrun Estate was unusually quiet tonight.

The long table was set as usual—silver polished, candles alight, plates filled—yet no one appeared interested in the food.

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