The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 620

Chapter 620: Going in His Place

[Third Person].

A few days after the Hunt, the Fellowes’ residence had regained some movement.

Servants walked with a little more confidence. Visitors had begun to return—carefully, cautiously, but they came.

Reginald sat in his study with folded hands and sharp eyes as Wanda stood before him. "Recognition," he said calmly, "is a seed. It must be cultivated."

Wanda listened without interrupting.

"The Hunt restored a fragment of our name," he continued. "Now you must win the common people. Volunteer. Be visible. Be useful."

His gaze hardened slightly. "Prove to the King that you are valuable. That you contribute. That you strengthen Stormveil."

Wanda immediately understood that public support and influence from below were very important. Power did not flow only from titles; it also rose from the masses.

"The people," Reginald said, leaning forward slightly, "can push agendas if guided correctly."

Wanda nodded once. "I understand."

"And now that Levi has returned to his wife’s pack," Reginald added, "you must work twice as hard."

"I will," she said, and turned to leave. But her father called her back.

"Wanda."

She paused and turned slightly just as his expression shifted sternly. "This mission is vital. If you fail—"

She stopped him, her voice steady. "I am devoting my life to this."

Her eyes did not waver. She refused to be threatened by her father this time. If she rose, it would be on her own terms.

Then, she bowed briefly and left the study.

***

Three Weeks Later...

The palace gardens were calm in the fading light of evening. Meredith and Draven sat across from one another at a small wrought-iron table, a pot of tea between them.

The air was cool, the sky brushed with gold and violet, and for a brief moment, peace stilled.

Meredith had just lifted her cup when Oscar approached at a brisk pace. The urgency in his stride made Draven set his cup down before the man even spoke.

Oscar bowed deeply. "Your Majesties."

Draven nodded. "Go ahead."

"A warrior leader has brought some troubling news from smaller packs. Five people have been reported missing."

Draven’s brows drew together. "How long?"

"Some have been missing for nearly three weeks," Oscar replied. "The others for slightly less. There are four males and one female. All young."

Meredith’s fingers tightened subtly around her cup. She and Draven exchanged a quiet glance.

"What of their families?" she asked.

Oscar shook his head. "None with close kin. They lived alone or had distant relations. They held menial jobs—stable hands, hunters, labourers. That is why it took time for anyone to realize a pattern."

Draven leaned back slightly, processing the situation. "And this is only being reported now?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. The villages did not suspect anything at first. They assumed the individuals had travelled for work. But when more than one failed to return..." He paused. "It raised concern."

Meredith spoke carefully. "Is there anything else?"

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