The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 673

Chapter 673: Birth of the Twins (I)

[Third Person].

Ten weeks later, the night came too soon.

Meredith went into labour before anyone expected it, and the palace was thrown into motion within moments.

Healers hurried into her chambers, attendants followed, and the doors were shut firmly behind them under one strict order given by her grandmother—no one was to enter.

Not even the King.

Draven arrived just as the doors closed. "Open it," he said immediately.

The attendants guarding the entrance dropped to their knees at once, their heads bowed deeply. "Your Majesty... we cannot."

Another cry came from inside. It was sharp, raw, and it hit him harder than anything ever had.

"Move aside," he said, stepping forward. But none of them moved an inch.

"We beg you," one of them said, trembling. "Her Majesty’s grandmother gave strict orders. We dare not disobey."

Draven’s expression darkened. How dare they block his path and refuse to heed his order?.

"I am the King. If I say open that door, you open it."

They lowered themselves even further, almost prostrating. "Please... forgive us. We cannot."

This time, a longer cry was heard. Draven clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides as he stood there, staring at the door.

For a moment, it truly seemed like he would break it open himself. No one there had the strength to stop him if he chose to ignore them. But he didn’t.

Slowly, he stepped back. It wasn’t because he lacked the power, but because he respected the one who gave that order.

Still, it did nothing to calm him.

He began pacing, each step sharp and restless, his attention fixed entirely on the door as Meredith’s voice reached him again and again.

—

Inside, Meredith endured.

The pain came in waves, each stronger than the last, forcing cries from her lips despite her effort to control them.

Sweat clung to her skin, and one of the healers carefully wiped her forehead while another stayed close, ready.

Her grandmother remained at her side, steady and unshaken.

When another contraction hit, Meredith cried out, her hand tightening instinctively.

Her grandmother took it at once, holding it firmly. "Listen to me," she said gently. "You are not carrying ordinary children. That is why this is difficult."

Meredith nodded faintly, tears slipping from her eyes.

"No good thing comes easy," her grandmother continued, her voice calm but firm. "You must endure this—for the greater good."

Meredith nodded again, stronger this time, even as tears continued to fall.

Her grandmother smiled softly and wiped them away with the back of her hand. "That’s it. Stay with me."

—

Outside, Rosalie arrived.

She looked far healthier now, her strength restored compared to when she first came into the palace. When she saw Draven pacing, she walked toward him calmly.

"Sit down and wait," she said.

"I can’t," he replied immediately, not even stopping.

She watched him for a moment but didn’t push further.

They waited together.

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