The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 625

Chapter 625: Saving Her King (IV)

[Third Person].

The capital streets were no longer orderly.

A carriage lay overturned near the market square. Smoke curled from shattered lanterns. The powerless wolves fled in scattered groups as palace warriors tried to form defensive lines.

Just then, a vampire lunged toward a mother shielding her child and was intercepted mid-air.

A wolf slammed into him with brutal force, sending both crashing into stone.

Wanda didn’t hesitate. She fought cleanly and precisely. Her title of being one of Stormveil’s female finest warriors wasn’t earned through underhanded means.

Wanda’s jaws closed around the vampire’s throat before he could recover and snapped his neck. Then, she released him without ceremony and pivoted instantly as another rushed from the side.

At the same time, Levi shifted beside her. Together, they moved as if they had trained for this since childhood, covering blind spots and anticipating movements.

Coincidentally, Levi, who had returned home the previous night, was with Wanda this morning when the news of the vampire invasion reached their family’s residence, so he headed out with her to protect the capital together.

"Behind you!" a man shouted.

Wanda ducked, rolled, and tore into the vampire’s abdomen before he could regain speed. She guarded the civilians first.

A while later, people began to recognize her.

"That’s Wanda Fellowes!"

"She’s protecting us!"

Wanda heard none of it. Her focus was locked, yet beneath her control, something gnawed at her.

Vampires suddenly invading their territory and attacking them openly during the day was not random.

They were definitely here for something. But most importantly, someone had aided them inside.

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Inside the Grand Hall, chaos finally reached the doors.

Oscar returned swiftly, followed by palace guards carrying reinforced spears tipped with silver alloy, and heavy crossbows, pulled from the armoury reserves.

"Distribute them," Oscar ordered.

Several Alphas shifted without waiting for further instruction. Massive wolves filled the hall—fur bristling, fangs bared. Even two of the Elders, despite their age, transformed with snarls, refusing to cower in human skin.

The palace doors trembled briefly, then exploded inward.

An elite unit of disciplined vampires surged inside. They moved in formation, splitting instantly to isolate their targets.

The first wolf Alpha faced them directly, jaws snapping. A vampire ducked, slashed, and would have disembowelled him, but Draven was already moving.

Without shifting, he crossed the distance faster than most could see and caught the vampire by the throat mid-motion.

The creature hissed, its claws slashing toward his face, but Draven crushed his windpipe with one hand and snapped his neck with the other. The body dropped.

Two more lunged at him simultaneously. He pivoted them smoothly, seized one by the wrist, drove his elbow through its chest, and flung the corpse into the second attacker with such force that both crashed into the pillars lining the hall.

The Alphas roared and joined fully. Steel clashed, teeth tore, and blood splattered across marble floors once pristine.

An Elder, in wolf form, tackled a vampire trying to reach the raised throne steps. Oscar fired a crossbow bolt through another’s skull at point-blank range.

The elite unit fought fiercely, but they were losing ground. Within minutes, the last of them lay broken.

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