The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven-Chapter 677: Randall is Punished (II)

[Third Person].

Back in the Grand Hall, the tension slowly began to dissolve.

One by one, the elders, Alphas, Betas, and officials began to leave, their voices low as they murmured among themselves, each processing what they had just witnessed.

Soon, the hall began to empty.

Dennis remained. He waited until the last of them had gone before stepping forward, the faint smile still present on his face.

"Well done, brother," he said without holding back. "You didn’t disappoint." His tone carried a sincerity that needed no embellishment.

Draven smiled as he stepped down from his throne. Almost immediately, Dennis stepped closer and pulled him into a brief, firm embrace.

"Thank you."

Draven returned the hug. "What are brothers for?"

No more words were needed between them.

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At the same time, another car pulled out of the palace, and inside it sat Rosalie.

A Royal guard accompanied her, but she gave no instructions beyond the destination. Her expression remained calm, though there was a quiet resolve in her eyes.

The car did not slow down as it moved directly toward the Oatrun Estate.

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The Oatrun Estate~

Randall had already arrived, but he was not given the luxury of solitude.

The Royal guards remained close, following him through the halls as servants were summoned to gather his belongings. Every movement was watched, every action monitored.

The servants worked quickly, packing only what was necessary under strict instructions.

Randall said little, but the tension in him had not lessened.

When everything was finally ready, he was escorted out of the house. And that was when Rosalie stepped out of the carriage.

She approached them and stopped a few steps away from Randall, her gaze fixed on him as though she had been waiting for this exact moment for years.

"I have a score to settle with this old wolf before he is sent away," she said with a steady voice.

The guards instinctively shifted, unsure, but did not interfere.

Randall let out a dry laugh, though there was no amusement in it. "You?" he said, looking her over with open disdain. "You can barely stand for long, and you want to fight me?"

Rosalie didn’t react to the insult. "If you’re afraid, you can leave now. You are already being thrown out of Stormveil. No one will blame you for running." Her tone was very calm.

Randall’s expression darkened instantly. "Afraid?" he repeated, his voice dropping. "You really have forgotten your place."

"My place?" Rosalie tilted her head slightly. "You mean the cage you kept me in?"

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The tension stretched, then Randall exhaled sharply. "Fine. I will remind you of who I am," he said.

Rosalie didn’t wait. Her body shifted first, smoothly. Her aura changed before her form did, turning colder and sharper until her vampire nature surfaced fully. Her eyes darkened, and her presence became something far more dangerous than before.

Randall followed immediately. His body twisted and expanded into his wolf form, powerful and imposing, the ground beneath him seeming smaller as he fully transformed. His eyes locked onto her with pure hostility.

Then they moved.

Randall lunged first, fast despite his size, aiming to end it quickly. But Rosalie was already moving. She slipped to the side just as he reached her, his claws missing her by inches as she turned and struck him across the flank.

The sound of impact was sharp.

Randall snarled and spun, his tail sweeping low as he tried to knock her off balance, but she jumped back lightly, her movements controlled, almost effortless.

He attacked again—harder this time.

This time, he didn’t hold back. He lunged straight at her, forcing her to block instead of evade, and the force of it drove her backwards across the ground.

For a moment, it looked like he might overpower her through sheer strength alone. But Rosalie wasn’t fighting him head-on.

She twisted under him at the last second, letting his weight carry forward before striking upward, her claws dragging across his chest. It wasn’t deep, but it was precise, more like a warning.

Randall growled, his patience snapping.

He charged again, faster, more aggressive, abandoning control for force. His attacks came one after another, heavier, more brutal, each one meant to crush, to overwhelm, to end the fight quickly.

This time, one connected.

He slammed into her, sending her back several steps, and followed immediately, trying to pin her down before she could recover.

He had her for a second, then she moved with intent.

Her hand shot up, her claws driving straight into his shoulder, deep enough to force him to recoil.

As he pulled back, she twisted free and struck again, this time across his side, reopening the same area she had hit before.

Randall staggered slightly, but the impact was enough.

Rosalie didn’t give him time to recover. She moved in again, her attacks coming faster now, sharper, each one landing with purpose. She wasn’t trying to overpower him. No, that wasn’t her aim.

She was trying to break him down, piece by piece.

Randall fought back, but his movements had lost their earlier precision. Anger had taken over, making him heavier, easier to predict.

Each time he lunged, she avoided him just enough to make him miss, then punished him for it.

More strikes followed until his body finally faltered.

Rosalie stepped in close before he could recover and drove her claws deep into his side, far deeper than before.

Randall let out a harsh sound as his strength gave way beneath him, his massive form dropping heavily to the ground.

Silence followed, and only the sound of their breathing remained.

Slowly, they both shifted back to their normal form.

Randall fell onto one knee the moment he returned to his human form, one hand bracing against the ground as blood spilt from his mouth. He coughed, his body shaking from the damage he had taken.

Rosalie stood before him, her chest rising and falling with controlled breaths.

She looked down at him, then spat lightly to the side. "You were never a match for me," she said with remarkable confidence.

She turned and walked away without waiting for a response, her steps steady as she returned to the car.

The guard opened the door for her immediately, and she entered without a word. Moments later, the vehicle pulled away from the estate, leaving everything behind.

Only then did the Royal guards who were escorting Randall step forward.

Two of them took Randall by the arms, lifting him firmly despite his weakened state. He didn’t resist—whether he couldn’t or simply chose not to, no one could tell.

Without ceremony, they led him toward the convoy.

And soon after, Randall Oatrun was taken away from Stormveil, for good.