The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 609

Chapter 609: First Day as King & Queen

[Third Person].

Morning came gently.

Meredith woke slowly, warm and cocooned, only to realize she was wrapped in Draven’s arms, his chest solid beneath her cheek, his scent surrounding her completely. For a moment, she forgot crowns, councils, and enemies.

Then his lips brushed her temple. Another kiss followed, this time on her cheek. Then, she felt him smile against her skin.

"Your Majesty," he murmured lazily, nibbling lightly along her jaw, "are you going to ignore your King?"

She huffed softly, pretending to remain asleep. He bit her cheek, just enough to make her yelp.

"Draven!"

He chuckled, stealing a proper kiss this time, unhurried and warm. "Good. You’re alive."

She shook her head, smiling despite herself. "You are impossible."

"And you," he said, brushing his thumb over her lower lip, "are mine."

They eventually forced themselves out of bed. The shower was quick, though not without stolen touches and quiet laughter. By the time they were dressed, the weight of the crown felt less foreign than it had the morning before.

When they stepped out of the royal chamber, the palace steward was already waiting.

He bowed deeply. "Your Majesties. The people have gathered below. They request to pay their respects."

Meredith glanced at Draven, and he glanced at her. No words were needed.

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They walked side by side through the grand corridor, guards falling into step behind them. When the tall balcony doors opened and the morning light spilt in, a roar followed.

The courtyard below was filled. Men, women, young warriors, elderly matrons, and children perched on shoulders. Banners bearing the Mystic Furs pack’s crest fluttered in the wind.

The moment Meredith and Draven stepped out together, the cheers swelled.

"Long live the King!"

"Long live the Queen!"

"Queen Meredith!"

Meredith’s breath caught. She hadn’t anticipated so many people. Draven stepped slightly closer to her, enough that their shoulders brushed. Then, he lifted one hand in acknowledgement. The crowd roared again.

Meredith followed his lead and raised her hand. The people bowed, row after row, lowering themselves in unified respect. Her throat tightened.

Draven leaned subtly toward her and murmured, "This is yours too."

She swallowed and nodded, blinking back the sudden sting behind her eyes.

After several minutes, they withdrew, the doors closing behind them as the cheers continued below.

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The private dining hall prepared for the royal family was nothing short of abundant.

A long polished table stretched down the centre of the room, adorned with golden cutlery and crystal goblets. Platters of roasted meats, fresh fruits, warm pastries, honeyed bread, cheeses, and steaming tea filled the surface.

Two servants bowed deeply as the King and Queen entered.

Chairs were pulled out at opposite ends of the table. Meredith moved toward hers automatically.

But Draven frowned as he sat down. His gaze shifted from her seat to the distance between them. He did not like it.

"My Queen, come to me," he said calmly.

The servants froze, but Draven’s gaze was still on Meredith. "Come sit here," he added.

"Remove it permanently," he ordered. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

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