The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 612

Chapter 612: A Different Era

[Third Person].

Oscar returned to the palace before evening approached. And he did not need to announce success; Draven already saw it in his face.

"Your majesty, they have been delivered," Oscar said. "Reginald knelt."

A slow, dangerous satisfaction settled in Draven’s expression. "And?"

"He did not speak. But his temper was... visible." Oscar chose his words carefully. "His servants witnessed everything."

Draven leaned back slightly in his chair. "Good." There was no form of gloating in his tone.

Then, without hesitation, he added, "Place the Fellowes residence under tight watch. I want reports on everything. Whoever enters. Whoever leaves. Whoever lingers outside their gates. Even if it is a fly hovering too long."

Oscar inclined his head. "Yes, Your Majesty." He paused, then ventured carefully, "May I ask... why not allow the retired elders to visit him? Many of them resent him. They might blame him for their downfall. It would isolate him further."

Draven’s fingers tapped once on the armrest before going still. "As much as I would enjoy seeing them turn on each other," he said evenly, "I will not create an avenue for conspiracy."

Oscar listened closely.

"Cornered men do foolish things," Draven continued. "If they gather under the excuse of anger, they could just as easily gather under the excuse of revenge. I will not allow even the shadow of organization."

Then, his gaze hardened. "They can grieve their lost positions separately."

Oscar nodded slowly.

"Even if they attempt to conspire through private calls," Draven added, "their movements and communications are being monitored. They will find no room to breathe."

A faint, almost approving smile touched Oscar’s lips. "Those elders will not risk their remaining nobility, or their heads, by colluding with Reginald again."

"Exactly," Draven replied. Then, he rose, signalling the end of the discussion. "Keep me informed."

Oscar bowed. "At once, Your Majesty."

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Draven found Meredith in her chamber, near the tall windows overlooking the inner gardens.

She turned as he entered, reading his face before he even spoke. "It’s done?" she asked.

"It’s done," he confirmed. Then he told her everything—stripping Reginald of title and nobility, the house arrest on Reginald, and the punishment he gave the other elders that offended them.

Meredith listened without interrupting. When he finished, she actually clapped softly once. "That," she said, impressed, "was decisive."

Draven stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Reginald will not rise from this."

Meredith studied him. "Do not underestimate a man who has been cornered," she said gently. "Especially one whose pride has just been publicly torn apart."

Draven’s jaw tightened slightly. "I don’t," he assured her. "That’s why he is being watched."

Her shoulders relaxed at that. "Good," she murmured. "Then we stay two steps ahead."

He brushed his thumb lightly along her jaw. "We stay ten."

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Later that evening, Dennis phoned Draven to inquire about how he handled his enemies.

"Well?" Dennis demanded immediately. "Tell me you didn’t go soft on them, especially that arrogant pain-in-the-ass, crafty, rebellious old wolf."

Draven leaned back in his chair. "I expelled him permanently from the council, stripped his family of nobility, and gave him three months’ house arrest."

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