The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven-Chapter 655: The Council’s Support
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"And Levi—" Draven turned sharply, disgust flashing across his face. "A married wolf. A father. And he lies with his own sister?"
His jaw tightened. "That entire family is rotten." The anger only grew.
"If she hadn’t been caught," he continued, pacing again, "they would have succeeded. And then what? They would have forced me... forced the crown into acknowledging her?"
His voice dropped dangerously. "I will not spare them."
Meredith watched him rage on and didn’t make any move to stop him. But through the matebond, the storm surged—Draven’s fury, Valmora’s agitation, Rhovan’s rising anger—it all intertwined, heavy and overwhelming.
Then suddenly, Draven stopped and turned to her. "You should have told me immediately you found out," he said. "I would have beheaded her in front of the council. Let everyone see what happens to those who dare such things."
Meredith shook her head slightly. "I handled part of it for both of us." Then, her gaze met his. "You can handle the rest."
For a moment, he said nothing. Then—
"Oscar."
The command rang out sharply.
The door opened almost immediately as Oscar appeared and bowed. "Your Majesty."
"Summon the council of elders and every Royal Alpha," Draven ordered in a cold voice. "For an emergency assembly. Now."
Oscar didn’t hesitate. "At once, Your Majesty," he replied and turned away swiftly.
Draven resumed pacing, his anger far from settled. Meredith watched him for a moment longer, then stood up and crossed the distance between them.
Next, she reached out and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "Calm down," she said softly, but the tension in his body remained persistent.
"How do you expect me to calm down?" he asked, his voice tight with restrained fury.
He pulled slightly away and tapped his chest. "This anger... it’s still here." Then, he clenched his jaw. "I don’t think I can be as calm as you are right now. Not until I deal with them."
Meredith watched him for a moment, understanding flickering in her eyes. She had felt the same burning rage, the same need to act, when she found out what Wanda had done.
"I know," she said quietly. "I was no different." Her voice remained steady. "Then make sure you decide their fate quickly."
Draven exhaled sharply. "I will," he said. "Otherwise... I might just behead every one of them myself."
His eyes darkened.
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The Grand Hall~
The atmosphere was tense. Every seat was occupied—Council Elders, Royal Alphas, high-ranking officials.
The urgency of the summons had brought them all without delay.
Randall stood among them. Dennis was present as well, his expression already guarded.
At the front, Draven and Meredith sat upon their thrones. The air felt heavy.
Draven finally rose, his gaze sweeping across the hall before speaking. "This assembly was called to address an act of treachery against the crown," he began, his voice firm.
A ripple passed through the crowd.
"Wanda Fellowes," he continued, "attempted to steal royal blood for her own gain."
A moment of silence descended in the hall, then shock spread across every face. Murmurs erupted instantly, spreading like wildfire through the hall.
"That’s impossible—"
"The audacity—"
"How could she dare—"
Even Oscar, standing to the side, looked stunned. He had reached out to everyone in the hall regarding the urgent meeting, yet he had no idea the reason until this moment.
Just then, Draven’s voice cut through the noise. "And not only that," he added, his tone turning colder, "she was involved in an immoral relationship with her own brother. Levi"
That shattered whatever composure remained. The hall descended into immediate chaos.
The elders began speaking over one another, outrage clear in their voices. The Royal Alphas exchanged looks of disbelief and disgust.
Dennis’s expression darkened visibly. Of all the things he had expected, this was not one of them.
"To think she would dare scheme against the throne—" he muttered, his voice filled with disdain.
"And that..." he added, his face tightening with disgust, "with her own brother?" He shook his head slightly. "Shameful."
At that moment, Meredith rose. The movement alone was enough to quiet parts of the hall.
"I dealt with Wanda last night," she said calmly. All eyes turned to her almost immediately. Then she continued, "I did not leave her a whole corpse."
A brief silence followed, then, unexpectedly, no one objected. If anything, the atmosphere grew more tense.
One of the elders stepped forward, his face filled with anger. "Your Majesty," he said, bowing slightly, "the entire Fellowes family should be eliminated."
Murmurs of agreement followed immediately.
"There is not a single good seed among them," he continued. "They are corrupt to the core."
Another elder spoke up. "Reginald himself has always been morally questionable," he said. "If his family is allowed to live after this, what message does that send to the people?"
His voice sharpened. "That such acts can be tolerated?"
A wave of agreement swept through the hall.
Randall, though visibly disturbed, stepped forward as well. "Your Majesty," he said, bowing his head slightly, "whatever judgment you pass today, it must serve as a warning to anyone who would even think of such actions."
Then, he lifted his gaze. The tension escalated. Then one by one, the elders began to speak, their voices rising.
"Do not spare them!"
"Their bloodline must end!"
"They have disgraced Stormveil!"
"Punish them, Your Majesty!"
The voices overlapped, urgent and relentless.
All eyes turned back to Draven, waiting and demanding. The decision now rested entirely in his hands.
The tension in the Grand Hall had not yet eased when a guard hurried in and knelt, his breath slightly uneven. "Your Majesty!"
Draven’s gaze shifted to him. "Speak."
"Reginald Fellowes is outside," the guard reported. "He is causing a disturbance... and demanding justice."
A ripple of anger spread instantly through the hall.
"Shameless!" one of the elders snapped.
"After what his children have done, he still dares to show his face?" another added, his voice filled with fury.
"The audacity—!"
Murmurs rose again, sharper this time, laced with disdain, but Draven remained unmoved.
"Let him in," he said. "Bring him here to the Grand Hall."
The hall fell quiet. Then the guard bowed immediately. "Yes, Your Majesty."
He rose and hurried out.
For a brief moment, tense silence lingered. Then Dennis stepped forward, his expression firm.
"Your Majesty," he said, bowing slightly, "I don’t believe Reginald deserves an audience."
Before Draven could respond, Meredith settled down and spoke. "Reginald does not yet know the full extent of his children’s crimes," she said calmly.
"That ignorance is the source of his boldness." Then, her gaze swept across the hall. "He should be brought here and made to understand exactly what kind of disgrace his family has become."
Draven nodded slightly. "Moreover," he added, his voice steady but cold, "he should be present to hear and accept the punishment I will pass on the Fellowes family."
That settled it.
The tension in the hall shifted. The elders exchanged glances, their earlier anger now sharpening into anticipation.
No one made further objections.
