The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven-Chapter 672: Moving Pieces

[Third Person].

Randall led Rosalie straight into one of the receiving chambers.

The door closed behind them, and silence fell between them. Rosalie stood calmly, while Randall kept his distance, his expression dark and unreadable.

Not long after, the door opened again, and Draven walked in. Both Randall and Rosalie bowed.

"Your Majesty."

Draven acknowledged them with a slight nod, then his gaze shifted first to his father, then paused briefly on the healing cut along Randall’s face.

He took a step closer, his expression unreadable. "What happened to your face?" he asked.

Randall’s jaw tightened slightly. The question clearly unsettled him, though he tried not to show it.

"It’s nothing," he said shortly. "You need not concern yourself with it."

Draven held his gaze for a second, then nodded as if accepting the answer. "Very well."

He did not press further. Instead, he moved past it entirely. "What about her belongings?" he asked.

Randall frowned slightly. "What about them?"

Draven let out a faint chuckle, though there was no humour in his eyes. "Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough when I asked you to escort my mother into the palace."

Randall’s expression shifted. "You mean..." he began slowly, "you want her to move here?"

Rosalie’s lips curved faintly at the side, clearly enjoying the turn of events.

Draven’s chuckle faded as his expression turned serious. "From this moment onward, my mother will reside in the palace," he said, his voice calm but firm.

A brief pause followed before he added, "You will send all her belongings here."

Randall’s face darkened. "That is unnecessary—"

"Who is Dennis’ biological mother?"

The unexpected question cut sharply through the room.

Randall froze. For a moment, he simply stared at Draven, clearly unprepared for the sudden shift. Before he could respond, Rosalie spoke. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"I told you, he knows everything. Don’t try to lie," she said calmly.

Randall’s gaze flickered briefly toward her, then back to Draven. The silence stretched, and Draven did not bother to look away.

"Answer me," he pressed.

Randall exhaled slowly, his expression tightening as the pressure mounted. "...She died, after giving birth to him," he said finally.

Draven’s gaze hardened slightly. "I don’t believe that."

Randall’s voice turned firmer, though it carried a strain now. "You don’t have to. That is the truth."

The air between them grew heavier.

Draven studied him for a moment longer, then his expression turned cold.

"Now that you have completed the task I gave you, you may return to your estate," he said.

At the same time, he gestured towards his side, and a servant stepped forward immediately.

"Escort her to her chambers."

The servant bowed and approached Rosalie. As Rosalie turned to leave, she paused just long enough to glance back at Randall. There was something sharp in her expression. something victorious.

"If you are still alive when I recover, I will repay you for keeping me alive all these years," she said calmly.

Then she turned and walked away with the servant.

Randall watched her go, his expression dark with restrained fury. Just then, Draven’s voice broke the silence.

"What are you waiting for?"

Randall didn’t respond. He turned sharply and walked out without uttering a word—without bowing.

By the time he returned to the Oatrun Estate, the tension in him had only worsened. This time, it was not just anger. It was something deeper, something more unsettled.

His steps were harsher, his movements sharper, the air around him heavy with suppressed rage.

Draven was moving pieces. That much was clear. But what unsettled him most was that he could not yet see the full picture.

---

Not long after Randall left the palace, Draven made his way toward Meredith’s chambers.

He found her where he expected—inside, resting lightly against the cushions, one hand placed over her growing belly as she went through a small tray of herbs beside her.

The moment she saw him enter, her attention shifted fully. "You are back," she said.

He walked toward her without delay. "She is here."

Meredith’s expression lit up instantly, the calm on her face giving way to excitement. "Already?"

He nodded.

"I want to see her," she said at once, already moving to stand.

Draven reached her before she could fully rise on her own, taking her hand and helping her up with ease. "Then come."

He didn’t delay her. Together, they left the chamber.

—

When they entered the room prepared for Rosalie, she was already seated, having just settled in. Her posture was composed, though there was still a faint trace of exhaustion about her.

Her gaze lifted the moment they entered, then landed on Meredith properly. Slowly, her eyes dropped, noticing the visible curve of her belly.

"How far along are you?" Rosalie asked almost immediately.

Meredith smiled faintly, already understanding the reason behind the question. "A few months still," she replied. "I’m carrying twins."

Rosalie’s brows lifted slightly. "Twins?"

"Mmm." Meredith nodded.

For a brief moment, Rosalie simply looked at her, then a small, genuine smile formed. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," Meredith replied softly. "I’m happy to see you... like this."

Rosalie’s gaze shifted toward Draven then, her expression changing subtly. "It’s all thanks to him," she said. "I haven’t even had the chance to say it properly."

Immediately, she rose and stepped toward Draven. "Thank you for saving me from your father and getting me out of there," she said sincerely.

Draven inclined his head slightly. "There is no need for thanks between us."

Meredith stood quietly, watching them. There was something different about Rosalie, something clear.

This was the first time Meredith had seen her without the layers of pretence—the madness, the confusion, the act she had worn so convincingly before.

This version of her felt real and strangely refreshing.

After a moment, Meredith spoke again. "My grandmother is here as well."

Rosalie turned back to her in surprise.

"She will be happy to see you. I will introduce you to her during lunch," Meredith added.

"I would like that." Rosalie nodded. Then something seemed to cross her mind, so she said, "And... thank you for what you did back then."

Meredith shook her head lightly. "I didn’t do anything."

Rosalie studied her for a second, then gave a small nod and let the matter go.

Draven spoke next. "The servants will bring what you need for now. The rest will be sent later."

Rosalie’s expression hardened slightly. "I don’t want anything from him."

Draven didn’t argue. He simply nodded. "As you wish."

There was nothing more to add, so he reached for Meredith’s hand again and said to his mother, "Rest."

Then he led Meredith out.

—

In the hallway, Meredith glanced at him. "When do you plan to deal with your father?"

Draven didn’t hesitate. "After the twins are born."

She raised a brow slightly, forcing him to explain further. "I won’t bring any ill omen near them," he added calmly.

Meredith let out a small laugh at that, but didn’t argue. She understood him.

—

Later, at lunch, Rosalie was brought to join them. Meredith’s grandmother was already seated.

As Rosalie approached, something about the old woman immediately caught her attention. Her eyes were white and unfocused, yet her presence felt anything but unaware.

Rosalie slowed slightly. "...She is blind?" she asked quietly.

"Physically," Meredith said lightly.

Right then, Draven stepped forward and made the formal introductions. "Mother, this is my mate’s grandmother."

Both women exchanged greetings. Then, turning slightly, Draven said to the old lady, "She will be staying in the palace with us."

Meredith’s grandmother smiled faintly. "You did well," she said.

There was no hesitation in her approval. Draven inclined his head slightly, and with that, the moment settled naturally.

They all took their seats, picked up their cutlery, and began to eat.