The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 608

Chapter 608: The Coronation (III)

[Meredith].

Helena flushed faintly as Dennis grinned. "We will see what fate allows."

Draven then added casually, "The wedding should come after you are officially made Alpha of Mystic Furs."

Dennis’ grin widened. "Then I suppose I must prepare myself."

Laughter softened the space around us, and for a moment, it felt almost normal.

Jeffery approached next, leading several elite warriors. They bowed deeply.

"Your Majesties," Jeffery said firmly, pride clear in his tone.

I inclined my head to them. These were the ones who would bleed for this crown if necessary. That thought did not escape me.

Finally, Randall approached us, with the Council of Elders behind him. Their robes flowed like aged shadows in his wake.

They bowed together.

Then, Randall raised his goblet. "To King Draven and Queen Meredith. May your reign bring Stormveil to heights unseen."

We drank. When the goblets lowered, Draven’s expression shifted slightly—measured, and sharp. His gaze scanned the line, then he spoke calmly. "Where is Reginald Fellowes?"

Not Elder Reginald. Just his name.

One of the older council members cleared his throat. "Your Majesty, he did not inform us of his absence or the reason for it. We are equally surprised."

Draven leaned back slightly in his chair. His voice dropped. "Is Reginald Fellowes publicly declaring war against my reign?"

Instantly, silence fell so fast it was almost violent. Several elders immediately bowed deeper.

"No, Your Majesty."

"Certainly not."

"Impossible."

Fear had entered the air, a welcome shift.

Draven’s gaze lingered on each of them. "Tomorrow, by nine in the morning. All council members will attend a meeting here in the palace."

There was no room for negotiation.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Then, he dismissed them with a small motion of his fingers. They retreated quickly.

The music resumed, and conversations rose again. Servants circulated with more wine and platters of food.

The banquet continued as though nothing heavy had just passed between the crown and the council.

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We left the banquet before the evening could grow too loud.

Draven did not announce it. He never needed to. One look from him, one subtle gesture, and the guards opened the way.

The doors closed behind us, muffling the music, the laughter, the endless toasts. The silence that followed felt heavier than the crown had ever been.

We walked side by side through the palace corridors, our steps unhurried. Only when we were safely inside his chambers did Draven finally speak.

"Tomorrow morning," he said calmly, removing his gloves, "I will take action against Reginald." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

I turned to him fully.

"And the elders who backed him," he added, his voice low and even. "Whether Reginald attends the meeting or not, it changes nothing. Mercy will not be part of this."

There was no rage in his tone, one that I did not miss. So, I moved closer and placed my hand against his chest, grounding him and myself.

"Be careful," I said softly. "Do not let this stain your name or our reign. People will be watching for any excuse to paint you as ruthless."

[Third Person].

He was already thinking that by now, the coronation ceremony was over, and the entire Stormveil would be chanting their names. King Draven Oatrun. Queen Meredith Carter.

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