The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 678

Chapter 678: Estella’s Invitation

[Third Person].

Two months later...

In one of the private chambers, far removed from the duties of court and council, laughter replaced formality.

Meredith sat comfortably, one of the twins in her arms, while the other lay between them, kicking lightly against the soft cushions.

Draven rested close beside her, his attention fully captured.

Kieran gripped one of his fingers with surprising strength, his tiny brows furrowing as if already determined to assert himself.

Draven let out a low chuckle, adjusting his hand slightly but not pulling away.

"You see that?" he said, glancing at Meredith. "He already thinks he can take me on."

Meredith smiled, shifting Luna gently as the little girl made a soft sound, her silver hair catching the light.

"That’s because he takes after you."

Draven huffed lightly. "Then he should know better."

Luna responded with a quiet coo, her small hand brushing against Meredith’s gown as if she disagreed.

The moment lingered—peaceful, warm, untouched by anything beyond the four of them.

Then, a soft knock lightly disrupted the atmosphere.

Oscar stepped in shortly after, his presence composed but carrying an urgency that did not go unnoticed.

"Your Majesty," he said, bowing. "A letter has arrived."

Draven’s attention shifted immediately. "From where?"

Oscar hesitated only briefly. "From Estella Oatrun."

The atmosphere changed subtly.

Meredith’s smile faded as her gaze met Draven’s. There was no need for words. They both understood what that name meant.

Draven gently removed Kieran’s small, firm fingers from his own before reaching for the envelope. He took it from Oscar, his expression already sharpening as he broke the seal without delay.

He unfolded the letter and read.

—

To His Majesty, King Draven Oatrun of Stormveil,

First, allow me to offer my congratulations on the birth of your precious heirs. Twins, no less. How fortunate you are.

I trust the celebrations were as grand as your people could manage—I have, after all, given you more than enough time to enjoy your little moment of peace.

But all good things must come to an end. Now, it is time to return to reality.

I see you’ve been busy. Securing your walls with the help of your... little friends. The faes, was it? How resourceful of you.

Though I wonder how long such measures will truly hold when faced with what is coming.

So let us not waste time pretending. I am giving you two weeks.

Two weeks from the moment this letter reaches you, come and meet me—with your armies—at the borders of Stormveil.

Fail to do so, and I assure you, we will not wait politely at your gates. We will come for you. And when we do, we will test just how strong those runes truly are.

I would hate to ruin your new kingdom so soon after your children have been born... but I will, if you force my hand.

So do not keep me waiting.

See you soon, little brother.

Don’t be late.

-Estella.

—

Draven lowered the letter slowly, his expression unreadable, though something colder had settled in his eyes.

"Estella is inviting us to war in two weeks," he said.

Meredith’s brows drew together slightly. "Two weeks?"

He nodded once. She reached for the letter, and he handed it to her without resistance.

Her eyes moved quickly across the words, her expression tightening as she took in the tone, the threat, the certainty behind it.

When she finished, she lowered the letter, clearly displeased. "That’s too soon," she said.

Draven didn’t disagree. He turned to Oscar. "Call for an emergency council meeting tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Oscar bowed immediately and withdrew.

Silence settled briefly in the room. The twins stirred softly, unaware of the shift that had just taken place.

Meredith glanced at Draven, then back at the letter in her hand. "My grandmother should have something to say about this."

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