The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 618

Chapter 618: Annual Hunt (I)

[Third Person].

Weeks passed quietly, and two significant changes had already occurred before the Annual Hunting Festival arrived.

First, Reginald Fellowes’ house arrest ended. Officially, he was once again a free man. Unofficially, Draven still had eyes on him at all times.

Second, Xamira was no longer inside the palace. Draven had arranged it carefully. Without any scandal or suspicion, she had been removed discreetly only to return in a far more useful form.

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This morning, in Meredith’s Queen’s chambers, the windows were open to let in the cool air of the festival day.

A flash of green streaked through the sky, then a small green bird slipped inside and landed neatly on the carved table near the balcony doors.

Meredith, who had been fastening the clasp on her hunting cloak, turned immediately. The bird chirped softly, and she walked toward it without hesitation.

To anyone else, it was meaningless sound, but to Meredith, it was clear speech.

"Nothing suspicious in the Fellowes residence. No unusual visitors. No hidden gatherings. Reginald remains calm."

Meredith listened carefully, her expression thoughtful. "Keep watching. Keep listening," she instructed quietly.

The bird dipped its head once. Then it took off again, vanishing into the morning sky.

Meredith exhaled slowly. She did not trust Reginald’s calm, at least not today.

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Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the Fellowes residence was different.

Reginald stood dressed in dark hunting attire with a straight posture and sharp eyes. The humiliation of weeks past had refined him.

Wanda adjusted her gloves in silence while Levi fastened the strap of his quiver. Though they were no longer nobles and their family name carried no formal weight, the Annual Hunt was open to all of Stormveil.

Victory today meant recognition. Recognition meant influence, and influence meant opportunity.

Reginald looked at his children. "Today is not about enjoyment," he said evenly. "It is about restoration."

Wanda lifted her chin slightly, while Levi nodded once.

"There are rules," Reginald continued. "But every rule has gaps. Find them, use them, and win."

His tone was calm but firm. "You must bring honour back to this house." Then, he stepped past them toward the door.

As they followed him outside, A faint, nearly imperceptible smile touched his lips.

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The Annual Hunt began beneath a wide stretch of forest clearing, where tall pines circled the open grounds like silent sentinels.

Large banners bearing Stormveil’s crest fluttered between trees. Fires had already been lit in stone pits, long wooden tables arranged beneath canopies, musicians tuning their instruments while servants carried trays of spiced meats and warm bread.

At the centre of the clearing stood a raised wooden platform draped in deep royal blue. Upon it were two carved seats for the King and the Queen.

Draven and Meredith stepped forward together as drums began to roll. The gathered wolves bowed in unison. Even those who would soon compete bent their heads.

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