The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven-Chapter 603: Beside Me, Always

[Third Person].

The atmosphere at the Oatrun Estate changed almost overnight. Where tension once lingered in corridors, urgency now lived there instead.

Servants moved briskly through hallways carrying bolts of fabric, sealed invitations, polished silverware, and ceremonial décor. Guards rotated in stricter formations. Advisors came and went at all hours.

The estate no longer felt like a noble household. It felt like a kingdom preparing for a transfer of power.

Draven was currently in his study, reviewing guest confirmations and security arrangements with Dennis, Beta Jeffery and Oscar.

Stormveil’s coronation would not just host pack leaders, but the old nobles and former Kings. Wolves that matter.

"This is not just a ceremony," Oscar reminded. "It is a declaration of dominance."

Draven nodded once in understanding.

Meanwhile, Meredith was in a different wing, a sitting room with Madame Beatrice and two royal seamstresses. Rolls of ceremonial fabric were spread across the table. Sketches of regalia lay open.

She was not allowing anyone to overdecorate her.

"People must still be able to recognize me," she said calmly.

Madame Beatrice’s lips curved faintly as she nodded in approval. On the other hand, the seamstress carefully asked, "And the crown, Luna?"

Meredith’s fingers brushed the sketch of the Queen’s circlet. Traditional design. Heavy. Ornate. She studied it for a long moment.

"It must command silence," she finally said. "But it should not look desperate for attention."

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Later that evening, Meredith found Draven on the balcony overlooking the estate grounds. From above, they could see lanterns being tested in the courtyard.

"It feels real now," Meredith murmured.

Draven stepped beside her. "It has always been real."

She glanced at him. "Are you nervous?"

He considered the question. "Not about ruling," he answered honestly. "About protecting what comes with it."

She knew what he meant, so she slipped her hand into his. "For two weeks," she said softly, "let’s allow ourselves to breathe."

He looked at her and then nodded.

***

Three afternoons later, the sun filtered through the tall windows of Randall’s private study. Unlike the usual political atmosphere of the room, today it was quieter, measured.

Meredith sat across from Randall at the long, carved desk. No servants or guards were present. Just the former King and the future Queen.

Randall poured tea for both of them before speaking.

"Power," he began evenly, "is not maintained by strength alone. It is maintained by perception."

Meredith listened without interrupting.

"You defeated Wanda publicly. That was necessary. But victory creates fear. And fear must be managed."

She tilted her head slightly. "You think they fear me?"

Randall gave her a look that almost resembled amusement. "They fear unpredictability. And you are no longer predictable."

Then, he leaned back in his chair. "A Queen must know when to speak. When to remain silent. When to allow her King to be feared, and when to soften him in the public eye."

Meredith absorbed every word. "What about alliances?" she asked.

"Never humiliate those you may need tomorrow," Randall replied calmly. "Even if they deserve it."

There was a quiet pause between them.

Meredith studied him. He was power-hungry, strategic, and ruthless when needed. But he was not foolish.

"I understand," she said finally.

Randall nodded once. "Good. Because in a week, Stormveil will not simply watch you. They will measure you." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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That evening, Meredith and Draven stepped beyond the estate grounds with just enough security to remain sensible.

When they arrived at the central market district, word spread within minutes.

"Our future King and Queen are here!"

Immediately, people emerged from shops and stalls. Women curtsied. Men bowed their heads respectfully.

But this time, the murmurs carried something new, filled with admiration.

An elderly woman pushed gently through the crowd and took Meredith’s hand. "You endured more than we knew," she said softly. "Forgive us for believing lies."

Meredith felt something tighten in her chest. "There is nothing to forgive," she answered gently.

Draven observed her managing the crowd with poise, and felt he didn’t have anything to be worried about.

Children peeked from behind their mothers, staring at her in awe. Some even imitated small wolf howls playfully.

Dennis, who had followed discreetly with a few warriors, leaned toward Jeffery and muttered, "They love her more than they love my brother."

Jeffery suppressed a smile. "Perhaps they fear her less."

Draven overheard and smirked faintly. Meredith glanced at him. "What?"

"Nothing," he replied calmly. "Just observing my Queen."

They walked through the market slowly. Meredith stopped at a flower stall, buying white lilies with her own coin. A small symbolic gesture.

The people noticed, and the air around them shifted from curiosity to loyalty.

By the time they returned to the estate, Stormveil was no longer whispering about her wolf. They were chanting Meredith’s name.

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The night felt softer.

Lantern light glowed warmly inside their bedroom. Preparations for the coronation echoed faintly in the distance, but here, it was quiet.

Draven removed his outer coat and set it aside before walking toward her.

"You handled our people well," he said. "They respect you now."

She met his eyes. "Does that make things easier?"

"No," he said honestly. "It makes them watch us more closely."

She laughed lightly. "You always ruin a peaceful moment."

He smiled faintly. There was a pause before Meredith spoke again, more softly this time.

"Draven, when we are crowned, what do you see?"

He didn’t answer immediately. He looked in the distance, as if staring into the future. "I see a kingdom that no longer bends to manipulation," he said. "I see enemies who think twice before moving against us."

"And personally?" she pressed.

His gaze softened. "I see you beside me. Always."

Her expression warmed. "And pups?" she asked carefully, already confident about raising children.

His brow lifted slightly. Knowing her previous thoughts about having pups early, he didn’t want her to suddenly feel pressured or obligated to give him any as soon as the ascend the throne, so he said, "You are thinking far ahead."

"I have to," she replied quietly. "A legacy isn’t built in a day."

He reached forward, brushing a curl away from her face. "Then we build it carefully," he murmured.

She stepped into him, resting her head against his chest. For once, there were no elders, no rivals, and no politics. It was simply two rulers on the brink of something monumental.

After a moment, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her toward the bed in quiet assurance. "One week," he murmured. "After that, Stormveil changes forever."

Meredith smiled against him. "Yes," she whispered. "It will."