The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 676

Chapter 676: Randall is Punished (I)

[Third Person].

Stormveil celebrated for an entire week.

The naming of the royal twins became more than a ceremony—it became a festival that swept through the kingdom without pause.

Music filled the streets, wine flowed endlessly, and laughter echoed from the lowest quarters to the highest towers of the palace.

For seven days, Draven allowed it. He did not restrain the joy. He did not interrupt the people. He let them celebrate fully.

Then, on the eighth day, he ended it. A summons was issued.

The council of elders, Royal Alphas, Betas, and all high-ranking officials were called into the Grand Hall for an urgent assembly.

The tone of the summons was enough to draw immediate attention, but no one knew the reason behind it. Not until Draven spoke.

He sat upon his throne, Meredith absent by his side for obvious reasons, while the hall filled gradually with the leaders of Stormveil. Once all were present, silence settled naturally.

Draven’s gaze swept across the hall before he spoke. "This gathering is for Randall Oatrun," he announced in a calm tone.

A ripple moved through the room. Randall stood among them, his expression unreadable, though a faint tension had already begun to form beneath it.

Draven gestured slightly. "Oscar."

Oscar stepped forward at once, a scroll already in his hands. Without hesitation, he began to read.

"Randall Oatrun, former Alpha King of Stormveil, is hereby accused of engaging in unscrupulous practices during his reign. These include unlawful alliances and covert dealings with enemies of Stormveil."

A murmur spread immediately. Oscar continued, his voice clear and unwavering.

"He is further accused of colluding with Reginald Fellowes, a known criminal and traitor of Stormveil, and using his influence to secure Reginald a position within the council of elders—despite his lack of qualification or standing."

This time, the reaction was louder.

Many turned to look at Randall, trying to reconcile what they were hearing.

Since Draven had revamped the entire court, the newly elected council Elders had no idea that Randall was the one who added Reginald to the council.

Draven’s voice cut through the noise. "Do you admit to this?"

Randall met his gaze without hesitation. "No, Your Majesty." There was no wavering in his tone.

Oscar continued. Each crime was read clearly, one after another, detailing abuses of power, manipulation of authority, and decisions made for personal gain rather than the good of the kingdom.

And each time, Draven asked the same question. "Do you admit to this?"

And each time, Randall denied it with either "I do not," "I did no such thing," or "These are false accusations."

The hall grew heavier with each exchange. No one had expected this, not like this.

To see a King stand in judgment over his own father without hesitation—it unsettled even the most seasoned among them.

Yet at the same time, there was a growing understanding that Draven was not acting blindly. He was being deliberately thorough.

Oscar reached the final part of the scroll. His voice did not change.

"The final charge—Randall Oatrun is accused of deceiving a woman of another race for personal gain, with the intention of producing an heir."

The hall erupted. Voices rose instantly, overlapping with speculation and disbelief.

"Another race?"

"What does that mean?"

"Then His Majesty—"

The implications spread like wildfire.

Randall’s composure cracked for the first time. Shock flashed across his face, cold and sharp, as he turned toward Draven. He had not expected this to be revealed.

Not this.

Not here.

Draven raised his hand, and silence fell immediately. "Oscar," he said.

Oscar continued. "It is further stated that said woman was confined for years, deprived of freedom, and denied both the light of day and the presence of the moon."

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