The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 600

Chapter 600: Bitterness Festered

[Third Person].

Reginald did not wait for formal dismissal.

The moment the duel was declared over and Wanda was carried away limping, pale, humiliated, he turned sharply and strode towards the exit. His robes fluttered behind him, and his steps were too quick to be dignified.

Shame burned hotter than anger. His daughter, who had sworn Meredith was nothing more than a wolfless decoration, had been reduced to a spectacle before half of Stormveil’s most influential figures.

He should never have underestimated Meredith. He should never have allowed himself to believe the rumours so completely.

But more than humiliation drove him out of the chamber.

He knew Draven, and he knew that look. The controlled stillness. The quiet satisfaction. The memory of every insult carefully stored away.

Reginald had no intention of remaining behind to experience the beginning of that retaliation, so he exited swiftly.

Draven watched him go, and a scoff formed silently in his chest. "Run while you can," he thought coldly. "You will not outrun what is coming."

Around them, the spectators began dispersing. Murmurs filled the air—shock, awe, reluctant admiration.

"I’ve never seen such control."

"She made Miss Fellowes look like an amateur."

"Stormveil has found its Queen."

The chamber gradually emptied of common observers, leaving only the elders and a few guards.

Then, Draven lifted the parchment—the signed document still in his grasp. The faint scratch of inked names seemed heavier now.

He let his gaze travel from one elder to the next. "I will not forget this day," he said evenly without raising his voice.

But the weight of his words pressed harder than anger. Several elders shifted uncomfortably. A few lowered their eyes. None dared respond.

Meredith stood beside him, composed and unbothered. What had transpired here did not weigh on her. She had done what was required. The rest was Draven’s arena now, and she had no intention of restraining him.

Then Randall rose slowly. His voice cut through the lingering tension.

"Now that the Luna has fulfilled your condition," he said, glancing across the council seats, "it is time to set the coronation date for King Draven Oatrun and Queen Meredith Carter."

There was no opposition or hesitation this time. Without Reginald present to spearhead resistance, the remaining elders exchanged brief, calculating, cautious looks and nodded.

"Yes."

"It should not be delayed further."

"Two weeks."

They conferred briefly among themselves, and then it was spoken formally:

"The coronation shall take place in two weeks’ time."

The declaration echoed across the chamber like the sealing of fate.

One by one, the elders rose and bowed. Some with reluctance, while some with careful diplomacy. Only a few stepped forward and bowed more deeply toward Meredith.

"Luna—Queen—no one will question your strength again."

"It was... wise... that today’s duel was witnessed."

"The people have seen. There will be no doubt now."

Their tone had changed, and they were more respectful.

Meredith accepted their words with a calm nod. She neither smiled nor gloated.

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The news of the scene witnessed in the Council chambers did not travel slowly. It exploded.

By the time the sun dipped behind the hills of Stormveil, merchants in the marketplace were already retelling the duel in exaggerated detail.

"She didn’t even look tired!"

"Fifteen minutes? It looked like child’s play!"

"They said Miss Fellowes couldn’t even land a proper strike!"

And then came the part that truly stunned everyone: Meredith actually had a wolf.

"The Luna has a wolf. A white one." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

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